MARKED BODIES

       
Marked bodies
Marked since birth
Marked with beauty       
Marked with a curse
 
Marked cuz we’re black
Marked cuz we’re poor
Marked cuz our society
Always wants more
 
America the beautiful
America the marred
America the dream
America the scarred
 
They live to want it
We die to flaunt it
Worship it so much
They put God’s face on it
                                                                    
Dying for them Nikes
Dying for that check
Dying cuz we’re fattening
The White man’s check
 
 Keeping us in check
Keeping us in control
Sell the illusion of the vote
The Ballot and the poll
 
Money dropping like rain
Falling on our scars
Lashes from the profits
Pain in these bars
 
Poverty defines us
Wealth reminds us
That our worth is only rooted
In the bling that surrounds us
 
So when it rains and it pours
Remember that thirst
Cuz their sole intent
Is to send my brothers to the hearse
 
They are marking us for something
Marking us for nothing
Selling false dreams
But my brothers they are Kings
 
 My sisters they are queens
Created with Love
Designed for peace
Sent from above