That feeling
That deep undeniable feeling
That sends one’s thoughts reeling
That motivates one’s corporal agents to fight
That feeling that something is not right.
They say that time will make it better
To those soaked in crimson blood and battered
They say that time will bring change
For the falsely accused who hear the bars clang
They say that time will wash away the pains
To those still caught up in yesterday’s chains.
This is America during the 16-something
Overseers are closely watching
Home of the free for those who have privilege
To build their freedom on the grounds of a dead village
Those unsung brothers and sisters abject to their society
Are facing the horror of slavery’s cruelty
Horror in the form of alienation from their homes
Horror of the violence causing outcries from their bones
Horror of knowing that even their children will be gone.
But time will make it better.
Jump through time to 18-whatevah
Chinese immigrants are stepping foot on America.
But these are not the ones who are video game experts
These are not the ones that are mathematical wizards
No these are the one’s who’ll die building railroads for the country
So that America could be connected for the following century
These are the ones who will be seen as filthy foreigners
Lynched and beaten by mindless murderers
Targeted by laws that only serve to uphold the racial barriers.
But time will make it better.
It is 2000 whatevah and I’m still waiting for time to make it better
Politicians condemning people with labels that stick out like a scarlet letter.
Terrorist, rapist, drug dealer, dangerous
These images are nothing but cancerous
It’s funny ‘cause when they said that all people were equal
I didn’t see the footnote saying that they decide who’s the people
It’s funny
Real funny
That in the face of bullets that seem to gravitate towards certain bodies
That in the face of violence that’s destroying certain communities
That in the face of laws that makes the flag a red deformity
They tell us to wait because time will
Make
It
Better.
But I will not wait, for we have waited far too long for time to get here
It is time for a change
In the way people turn a blind eye
In the way there’s always something more important
It is time to shout and scream
At those who refuse to remove the damaging instruments
At those who just hope that it’ll go away.
It is time to confront the issues
That weigh us down into the margins
That make us second hand citizens.
That time is now.
