The Dream (Part 1)

“Let freedom ring,

Let freedom ring”

From the bottom of my lungs I wish I could scream

“Let freedom ring,

Let freedom ring”

But I can’t even be heard from the bass that rocks the asses of the masses

What happened to our Casius?

This atlas has no more freedom fighters

No more freedom righters

No more freedom writers

No more freedom wrighters

So everyone is LEFT with UNSPOKEN WORDS that have BROKEN WINGS

And they never get a chance to fly

Or feel the breeze on their faces

Because hell is on their backs

So everyone is out here on the attack

Thinking since it’s a recession that they’ll be progressing if they steal the jewels of homes they’ve never felt

Where’s justice then?

“Let freedom ring,

Let freedom ring”

Do you remember his dream? Or maybe her reality? Or even, our life?

We wait for occurrences to procure instances of instant access to safety

Thinking, lately it’s not as safe as it used to be when I was younger

But don’t you remember there are kids out here too

What about those who know dreaming is just not going to happen so they live in their nightmares?

Waiting for the monsters to break into their homes and deport them to

“Let freedom ring,

Let freedom ring”

We forget that there’s war in our cities

It’s a pity that I have to judge such a person that is human

Like mirrors don’t even work anymore

We’re shattered with broken homes, lost grades, an American Dream

Moms strung to some strong lungs belonging to a loss of longing

Pot popped into pops tops cause of lax influx of taxes

It’s the attacks on our own people that equal no regal doms

Kingdoms trying to stay alive because their profile is young, black, Hispanic, male, that has yet to learn his greatness, his peace, his manhood

Queendoms trying to be reborn with a newborn thinking it will in turn make them that much younger that life has yet to be lived

We all wait for a day when we won’t hear sirens dancing instead of our gratitude

We wait for a day when we won’t hear bullets whispering instead be mute for togetherness

We wait for a day when justice just is what it is when it is justified

We wait until we,

“Let freedom ring,

Let freedom ring”

But maybe we need a wake up call to dial into our responsibilities and take action

Maybe, we need deaths to brings us back to life in order to

“Let freedom ring,

Let freedom ring”