Hung out to dry We are finally seen We've been crying out for help. No Attention? No Awareness? No Exposure. Mmmm more like: Change! Calling out for you to see the pressure binding us on each side, in each aspect, in each regard The systemic oppression Felt in class rooms, jail cells, hospital beds, even in the womb They say diamonds are made in the rough But this pressure is different We don’t want it We want change
It’s like we were set to get burned
The scorching heat hottest at noon, Noon, Midday Midday Midday Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!
We are calling out for change
Remove the line; Remove the noose!
Remove the line; Remove the divide!
Remove the line; Remove the stripes!
39 lashes for this? Our men & women got that and more! War is waged on our kind Why, dear Lord, have thou forsaken thee?
We are branded
Scorched by the sun The color of our skin screams Have you not seen? Have you not heard?
Scorched by the sun The color of our skin screams Arrest the men killing our people Stone them Sentence them Make them pay the price!!
Scorched by the sun The color of our skin screams We matter. Black Lives Matter.
We take pride in our melanin For we know we are precious, Strong material Cut from a different cloth Our own clothing line Yet clearly hung out to dry On this clothes line