We’ve been demonized, demoralized
They’ve even gone so far as to spit in our eyes
Kicked, beaten, and battered
But we refuse to be broken
“We the People...”
Only pertains to particular percentage
When you come from a certain heritage
I wonder what Harriet would think
Of those she helped to the North
By the night with help from the Drinking Gourd
Would she be weeping for their fates
Would she still have faith
The fact that our history
Is steadily being erased
And the textbooks continue to paint
A smaller picture of the black race
Bust instead of banding together
We’ve turned to fighting each other
If we could lay down our own weapons
And the walls built around our souls
And marched alongside each other
Overcome our fears of each other
And the lies whispered in our ears
By those who are only here to build hate and loathing
Maybe if we looked to those of our history
Who fought for peace and equality
Who brought us together
Through their words and actions
Maybe we could be “the ones”
The changers of our destiny
The heroes of our history