America

Liya, 11th- Oakland, CA
USA
The land of the free 
Think about it how free can we really be
People blinded by the fact we not really free
People crossing countries and sailing seas
Just to see
And to be judged by skin color, race and the way you eat
This is America "the place to be" ain't no place can beat
A country that's divided by multiple sides 
And everyone stuck up in their own
We searchin' for bones 
Come on
We need to do better
We all been through stormy weather with hopes it will get better

We kneel down we pray for those whose bodies hit the ground 
Shot by supposed protection
How am I suppose to feel safe
When the ones that "protect and serve" got the nerve to be loud and disturb the peace but
But there was never peace
The ones that stood up are deceased 
Very little violence we just spoke
Yet our number one leaders were smoke 

We came a long way from being captives 
America's history has long chapters
But it doesn't stop the fact most prisons are filled with blacks and it's wack 
I'm tired 
I'm tired of being a statistic  
Because of my color, I'm considered a misfit so if you have the time just listen 
Just listen, please 

There are things we need to work out 
When you speak they close your mouth 
Filling your mind with nonsense 
Hiding the true facts 
Our education is trash, bring the culture back
The war on is being swept underneath the map 
While there's big facts being shown behind a colored glass 
Corruption is such an assumption but only truly a fact
Born to have a number slapped on my back
We have to win cause they don't expect us to pass
They time is slow because it moves fast 

Open your eyes the best way you can survive in this country is if you're white 
The unfairness in this country isn't right  
I want to fight 
I want change 
But America loves fixing problems with bandaids 
Rip them off 
Let's heal these wounds 
I wake up every morning wondering if things will change before I meet my doom 
We say we want change but never take that step 
If we don't work together, how are we considered the best

I get it 
We have fresh food and water 
But ourselves and other people we slaughter 
Killed by the guns we love 
Agitated by the clouds we make
"In God we trust"
Murdered by people of the same faith 

The clock is ticking its time for change
If we don't get it 
It's us to blame