Friday, May 29, 2009

Terminal Brothers

I met brother Lemme when I first arrived
He spoke of the years he's had to survive
The injustice of evidence thrown in his face
Humiliating searches in the darkest of space
But under his wing and guidance from age
We share together our focus of rage
Where we are taken from our prime of life
And forced to endure this oppressive strife
For it was not our own that got us in here
But rather an unfounded racist fear
That our lives are worth less for the color of skin
Of which defines the trouble we in
Thin evidence of hate we see in the court
Our unfair detainment they never report

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