Black sheep,
Scum of the world, yet blessed to be cursed.
Wondering why i’m lost
I’ve lost myself to wake my brothers up, as the police are shooting us down
Our people , so distracted by the media.
And America robbing us blind.
Poisoning everything , and still no one notices.
Were oppressed waiting on time to tell us where we’re headed
Marshall Law is coming they say
And all were looking for is the money we were never guaranteed
The sheep follows the shepherd
Or is it the sour feeling in its stomach allowing America to lead us to slaughter
Like strange fruits
I’ve smelled death, as sweet as sugar cane
But as still as palm wine
It bleeds red, and drips to the roots when the sun shines.
It grows as big as brown mangos , as the smell of gun shots hit the air
Carrying the eerie smell of death , in a disguise of red roses
Roses that grow from the concrete from the blood that drips down Americas tree
A tree with no justice on its leaves
No justice in its roots
Still misunderstanding why black bodies lay dead in the summer 
Oppressed or conditioned
Taught that loving ourselves in a palm wine America
Harvested turmoil , and slavery
To whom are we captives?
The Americas our ourselves
Teaching ourselves that money and fame
Are more important than our women, children
And we pay for it with the souls of our men.
We are distracted by choice
Leaving no room for hurt in our psyche
We don’t want to be apart of our problem
The ruin that give ammunition to the laws
The laws that we are not educated on
The laws that use OUR ammunition
To shoot us down in the street like sheep
Following the shepherd
Or walking away from ourselves
Passing trees of injustice that we allow
Killing one another,
Pulling one another down from flourishing
Into pure white roses
Our petals are covered in blood tinted red
Red from the lives we lost in struggles
That we could avoid
Becoming one community
One aligned voice
And one love
Written By Vontress 