The Many Lives I’ve Lived

Racism… a quality of lesser men/ 
hatreds veterans/
I was under the impression when/
My parents were kids this country had already got its civil rights lesson in/
But, I guess I need to guess again/
It seems the negative rhetoric the rights elected in, has effected men/
White pride beats in the chest of men/
Preparing for a fight near the home of Thomas Jefferson/
dressed in bed sheets carrying tiki torches ready to let their weapons end…
The lives of what they think is the lesser skin/
Once the damage assessments in, notify the next of kin/
Read about it from the press in print/
But when the print impressions are in/
The people are polarized, they dip a toe, but no ones getting in/
Black square social posts aside/
It’s no surprise to minority folks with older hides/
They told you guys what they had to go through and you rolled your eyes/ 
They marched with control and pride/
And engrained their knowledge in our heads so we could hold them high/
Believe me, the death toll will rise/
If we don’t continue to fight for equal rights and hold our lines/
Rights for which our soldiers died/
For every black American, who faced a Klan that carried clubs, while they were simply holding signs/
For every slave that was sold in lines/
I will fight until the final time I close my eyes/
For every man, woman and child who lives and breathes to also have a soul that thrives/