You judge me because i am different
Call me weird because I’m not like you
They want us to be unique
And by unique they mean the same
They say that my people are free
Yet we are still shackled in chains
Chains of the mind
These may not be the chains that held my ancestors
but they are still chains none the less

The lands that were once taken from us
Might never be given back
Finally revealing their true colors
When they see the color of my skin
They claim it’s not racism
But the old ways have not died down

Yes I’m a born free
But we are still fighting wars
War on education, war on race, war on politics, war on rape
War war war
Perhaps peace will never be declared

We are a lost generation
Trying to find ourselves in others,
instead of looking back at our past, so we can determine our future
We are looking for material things without a care of who we hurt or what we lose in the process,
when did we become so heartless?

Our togetherness is no more
Instead we are turning on each other in order to acquire money and power, What happened to loyalty and respect?
What happen to love?
What happened to the world?
What happened to us?