Written by Afrika Brown, F.A.M.E NYC Editor and Founder
Tears etch scars down my cheeks
Fresh blood, new death each week
Black bodies and Blue justice gone viral
New day but its HIStory we rival
We scream no justice, no peace
We create footsteps in the streets
Covering the prints of elders before
But what really lies at the core
Is it my melanin?
The place I live in
The coiled roots of my dome
Or the fact that this land was never my home
We contribute to the prosperity of red, white and blue
But Uncle Sam don’t give a damn ‘bout folks with my hue
Occupy Wall Street, Hands Up –Don’t Shoot
And while we “die-in” stores, corporations still get loot
Weren’t we sick and tired with Fannie Lou Hamer
Technologies advance with frozen minds, it don’t get no stranger
Are we the problem or the solution?
The cure or the pollution
Maybe we are everything you see
Cause this land made for you and me
Is a whore born out of hypocrisy
A blind lady holding up scales
The bitch is deaf too and dead men tell no tales
Seventeen watching Rodney King
Twenty –two years, new video, same sting
Can you see the ring I’m trying to paint?
Full circle of blood smeared and stained
With the crimson of Mike Brown, Sean Bell, Trayvon
Amadou, Anthony Baez… do I have to go on?
No, I don’t need to go any farther
Cause the tombstones go past Eric Garner
Unarmed man blasted in a project stairwell
And still you don’t think Jim Crow ain’t alive and well
Dead black men just pictures on your TV
Not too different from black men swinging on trees
They called them strange fruit
KKK, zealous pigs, identical boot
Bearing down our larynx
Shouting NEXT GENERATION…NEXT
So I can’t trust the boys in blue
Or the boys in blue
And red bandannas who
Fit the criminal profile
But wait…we all fit the profile
Of being descendants of the three-fifths lifestyle
Cause when these laws were being made
My great-grandparents were slaves
For a country made for you and me
It’s been slow in spreading equality
And while the twentieth century is written about in books
The new millennium carries the shadow of a familiar look
And while CNN tries to discover who really is the foe
I say it’s just the ghost of SAMO