Some would love to keep our figures hidden
From the shaming of Serena
To the deficiency of lessons on black history given
Have you heard of Tulsa’s Black Wall Street?
Greenwood they called it
It was our town –we were the elite
They came to destroy, dropped bombs
Shot guns and reigned fear through the area
35 blocks burned to the ground
Over 300 African Americans killed
And who says America doesn’t breed its own terrorist?
If we are all equal why not celebrate our accomplishments
Why not give us the same opportunities and stop putting up obstacles
2.7 million dollars of claims denied
No justice provided and 100 years later we are still divided
History is not repeating itself
It’s not really changed
Just kept under hood but it’s still the same
Seen in the policies and unfairness that continues
Seen when you see me in public and won’t share a menu
Seen when you throw away my resume for my name
Seen because your lack of tolerance won’t be tamed.
You will need to convince me your smile is not just you faking to seem politically correct
Or is it really true ignorance of other ethnicities passed down from generations of no respect
We are on the rise and coming into view
Our light is shining
Oh I thought you knew
All that is done in darkness will come to light
Our figures are breaking out of the shadows
Oh such a beautiful sight
So many shapes and sizes and various shades of brown
We’re moving into view
Cause “you can’t keep a good man down”.