| Visions of a Black Nation’s Struggle |
|
|
|
| by Baby Jamaica, from Behind Enemy Lines | |
| Tuesday, 26 June 2007 | |
|
This penitentiary time has got my life at a standstill, Visions of a Black man looking at life behind bars of steel, Cold cells, cold situations, cold weather, Can’t wait to get home, so I could put on a coat that’s leather, Black fist, Black jeans, Black hat, Black skin, It’s a shame all you see in jail are Black men, Black family’s get broke up while white Amerikkka builds, “Free ’em all!” is all that you hear from our lips, If it was right, they would say it’s wrong, If I drove an expensive car, the holice would pull me over because they think it’s stole, So I report to the block, and the Bay View gives me the information that is gold, Crimes of a Black nation struggles to tell a story that is untold, But the real crime starts when they convict a Black man, Because the real justice files are to be unfold, So that’s why I say the times we are struggling in are cold, Because you’ll never know the real truth about white Amerikkka unless you were told. Write to Jamaica: Brandon Ehieze, BFX-105, Santa Rita County Jail, 5325 Broder Blvd, Dublin CA 94568. |
| < Prev | Next > |
|---|