No man’s eyes can see these lies.

No point in hoping

The propaganda though hardly spoken

is very potent

Our minds blind

Our slates blank

In their hands, they hold our fate

The gold flows from our souls and still, the yield we’ve sewn is owed

You can’t make a case

When you’re easy to manipulate

All they do is show the cake and watch with hate and glee

lust and envy

It’s shameful the way we bend and fold

Chasing after the lies they’ve sold.

Home of the Brave – Land of the Free

Its hard to be free when you’re still a slave to poverty.

Do whatever it takes to break these chains.

Even if that means it throws more dirt on the black man’s grave.