They wrote us off,
Treated us with so much hatred.
Sent us to prisons instead of college.
The judiciary hated us and gave us a
panda's bite.
We grew up in this white and black nation
That refuse to be gray.
White against black like zebra.
The stripes were clear,
Discrimination could be seen.
Differences, Hatred. Black, sons of ex-slaves.
Sent to prisons instead of college,
Cast to the bench.
Marked as Inferior,
But Martin believed.
These black sons will rise from the bench
to stand on the high tables.
Believing against the believe
Black was less
Martin saw black as the best.
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