20 bucks

not gonna accept your chains
not gonna accept your wall
I’ve grown used to your hatred
but you will never make me crawl

n’ it’s so unjust, this hatred
the bloody insults to my race
it’s 2020, people
fuck off with this “know your place”

kill them doctored history books
squash the mainstream media lies
rediscover your humanity
hear the oppressed people’s cries

the Lord blessed me with talent
so I raise my poetic voice
don’t wanna hear or read my words?
change the channel: you have that choice

no matter where you’re born
you want to love the land of your birth
but how – why? – should I stand or salute
when you say 20 bucks is all I’m worth?

copyright © 2020 KPM

 

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