Still trying to survive through our times br Despite setbacks I am destined to shine br Through dark tunnels, my race still mumbles br I’m still gasping for air, tried to escape our troubles br br Still our race is considered lost, never got up when we tumbled br Willie Lynch bestowed a curse to separate our people br It worked and ever since birth I was hoping we would bleed through br Lies that we are man-beast and not competent were foul and deceitful br br Lynching must have came from his name! I voice my anger when I pray…sadly br But my faith shall never fade; we must regain our lost names…gladly br Badly wounded we are from victories and lost feuds br Whipped, hanged, justice has had it share of bruises br br In fact see, once was blind, to think that races have a food chain br Not realizing in slavery chains were gray, felt worse than bullet spray br Rather die fighting than live like a slave br A mindset and a philosophy they made, I can’t blame br br Loss ones died without a name, I don’t have solution to the pain br Only thing to do is pray to a broken sky that this will finally changebr br Leland Wrightbr br