Breaking from the chains of the man is hard than we think
Should we be free from the man's chains what will will it take
How will we ever escape out of the close gate if we can't never break loose from the man's chains
Is like slavery all over again it's like slavery all over again when will it ever end
When I thought long ago it had ended but it goes on like a replay of yesterday
What will it take to really be free and walk down the street free as a bird without a care in the world
Not having to worry about being shot by cops just for walking the block and being black
Walking while being black isn't a crime how can I relax when cops have a complex for the color of my skin is it because I'm black
How can I relax knowing that it could be me next to get shot
February Black History Month memories of the past we reunite the Flames because some things are still the same and never will change for the man
Hate from the man who continues to keep us in Chains like if they are God
When all alone they are Satan with a gun you dare not to run or you will be shot in the back by the cop
Who still wants you in Chains so when with the chains be broken for black men can be free to walk the street being black without a care in the world which is not a crime thatwill be the day the Chains will be broken
By,
Larry Perry, Sr.
03/24/2018
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