So scared to dream of the future – as the past has been so bleak.
So many moments have gone wrong – my mood’s now shaky and meek.
Used to love to soar with the birds – but the skies are now a tool.
To strike fear in the hearts of all – cause the best to lose their cool.
Babies dying while home in bed – From strays from boys and their toys.
These fools with no ounce of power – use steel to bang out their noise.
Men in suits have ignored the needs – of those who support their land.
But when our voice is needed – they’re quick to hold our hand.
Women still outlets for anger – from men, who contain no worth.
Disgracing their family name – and each good man, left on earth.
The color of skin is still used – as an apt way to define.
It’s like no progression’s been made – actions still look to malign.
If the past reflects the future – then I know what’s next to come.
More hatred, more blood, and more tears – a cycle, strong in its run.
Our past can never be changed – it’s a way to view the aches.
With hopes that within the present – we won’t repeat those mistakes.
The change that really is needed – people need to change their ways.
Because soon, the way we all live – will bring the end of these days.