In the wake of the day, I wake up to the morning of a sky Grey
Because I know what hides behind the world's face
I see the Government, and their obsessive need, to defend for themselves and let the impoverished die beneath
They say black lives matter, but really worth is far from the ladder
And really open to those who obtain power
Including the greedy, the wealthy, and those in office who see me
And the struggles my people face daily
We represent, not a country, but a regime
And only freedom is invisible to the white men that rain Supreme
But all I hope tonight, is when I turn off the lights, I see God from an open sight
And pray to Heaven for a miracle to bestow upon me
That my family may never suffer poverty, a fate far too common with the black and brown community
We need...