Land of the free
Home of the brave
The place you were born
Where your people were enslaved
All decked out in red,white and blue
Follow the “dress code”
So they don’t assume
Who knew there were so many ways to die
When your black in america
If I didn’t know any better
I’d think they were trying to get rid of us

For sale

I’m not for sale
My soul or ambitions can’t be bargained
My heart or voice can’t be taken from me
I never gave up my freedom

Little Girl

Hate to be the little girl
Growing up in this big bad world
Love to see what she will be
After fighting her way through sexism
Batteling racism
Hope she never gets defeated
Never fall for the statistics
Because there’s more to overcome
And I want to see you win

and . .

And people will judge
But never take the time to understand
They’ll laugh at how you feel pain
How you choose to heal
Your hurt may be different
But you still hurt
So cry if you need to
Scream if you need to
Cuss if you need to
And get back on your shit