15. Apartheid
It's 1968 in August, my name's Jason Hodges
and im a victim to the hate an many racial comments
it's everyday the harsh reality decays my conscience
so i state a promise to myself that i'll remain as calm as
i can, but i cant if im in a state of wrong it's
like the pain's a false display of art opague to make me vomit
see the base of honesty is based upon the ways we draw it
but the rage is falling at a rate unwanted fate's uncomplished
i sit and wait but politics pollute our mind with laws
and since im african american then i apply to all
see im quite alive but flaws are what the whites have tried to toss
cause in there eyes we're not equivalent and put our lives on pause
to live deprives us all, but i believe that peace will levatate
and then decrease the segregation sending me to hesitate
and keep a weapon placed with me beneathe my leather cape
i breathe and yes i make a leap for death then i awake
to be free's inept and vauge, i hate it cause i see the light
but wish to see the whites and blacks together like a zebra's stripes
preachers write, we the people, demons fight releasing evil
even whites repreive a sequel, see it's like bereavements equal
to a night of dreams so lethal that is causes most to immitate
their inner state on how they really feel and then the shit just drapes
in a dismal place topicaly it all begins with race
and the skin you shade is reasons why these peeps discriminate
this is fate, this is war, kids are placed with rapport
when your race, is a mobrid , interstate to the morgue
it's discrace, it's a force, mixed with rage, the report
gives us haste intercourse, in a way it's support
when we make different forms of life, a child mixed creates
then black and white populations just unite and intergrate
but thats many years away and it's unrighteous anyway
i would like to demonstrate, but it's just 1968
so as life begins to fade, i just sit and hope for change
and jot my thoughts inside my journal clogging every open page
it's only fate, stuff'll change, im only 8, but my age
strolls my brain and sufficates, my soul's enslaved because of race
an ugly face this is the racism it really needs to stop
cause it's leading us to not acheiving peace within out blocks
color schemes'll seem to drop, and all indecentcy'll hault
they say that only time can tell though, so we all just need a watch