“Fuck the police that’s how I treat ’em.
We buy our way out of jail,
but we can’t buy freedom.” – Kanye West
We cannot buy freedom.
But How do we stop it?
We can build rockets to send men to the moon
and line our pockets with money until they boom
Like the babies from the 80’s,
My thoughts are hazy,
It’s like the more money, the more problems
And the only way to solve them
Is to turn to a system that wants us at the bottom.
No chance to fall like autumn
But I like my chances.
Do not take away the things that I have fought for.
The baby steps leading me to hop over mount rush-mores
Or me speaking around people who want me to hush more.
Or me graduating despite a couple low test scores.
Or me standing tall when you want my people dead more.
The list goes on but I’m sure
That the color of my skin does not make me less of a man.
Or do you?
I guess the only ‘Young Thugs’ you like are the ones that can rap.
Well I can’t do that
I “count 6 shots”
Every time I think about Mike Brown.
And the town
That I’m from.
Where people like me are thought to be too dumb
To achieve anything of importance.
You act surprised.
Well I’m sorry master,
I didn’t know I couldn’t graduate
Then go get my Masters
Instead of having my name plastered on Twitter
with a hashtag
Screaming “Black lives matter”.
As they hold up a sign saying
All lives matter.
Aren’t leaving you dead in the street
Having your life shattered.
It’s as if melanin has become a weapon,
And it is feared for all of the wrong reasons.
Ones that make Breathing a crime and Gun shots chime
Leaving more black bodies lined in the streets.
I am deranged from thinking of the lanes
We have switched into.
From queens and kings
To the bottom of the totem pole.
No monumental carvings of us could suffice.
We are merely wood for them to burn.
Set us on fire
and watch as an empire
is built on top of the bones of the innocent.
Treat us as we are, not as you wish us to be.
Just maybe, things can begin to change.
My penmanship flows so perfectly
Like Malcolm and Martin.
But not even a spartan could kick us into a hole deeper than this one.
It takes one man,
To spark the mind that can change our lives.
And You cannot hide.
You want to push it off for later,
To go finish that paper that was due last week.
For a decent GPA
And that college degree.
But that’s not how it works.
No matter what you do,
The amount of money you have
Will not save you
because one thing stands true,
You cannot buy freedom.
By Tevin J. Reese