My Black Hands

I am oppressed Unable to breathe,

To see beyond tomorrow To move toward a destiny Stifled...

Yet...

My fellow assumes That opportunities are bought And paid for;

This life is painful.

Half the time I'm a slave,

The other half a suspect 50/50

chances are like Wild jokers in a game of spades

I been booked so many times

I should have run a

Boston But that's like saying

hindsight Is 20/20

But that would imply that

I should have thought twice

About being a black child,

Black man...

My black hands Full of sand

My head hung low Hoodie

Covering my Penial gland

God don't make no mistakes

The truth is...

This system don't believe in fair shakes.