Time has come to say no more.
My forefathers were sold, imprisoned and shackled by slavery.
I look at myself young, full of energy, and full of life.
I stare at this small cubic space,
With a hard bed, toilet, faded mirror, cold floor, and walls of no color at all.
I only have one blanket and bars.
I said I was a free man to do and say as I please, but look at this place.
I’m an animal not a man locked, locked down, shackled by my hands and feet.
I’m told were to go, when to eat, shower, and sleep.
I say yes sir, no sir.
But I thought I was free, huh I better check again.
My reaction to a fight or shooting has put me into this new wave slavery.
Just as my forefathers.
The master stands over me with a gun in his hand ready to show me how much of a man I really am.
But I thought I was a man.
The judge looked and said 25 to life.
I screamed inside.
Because I thought I was really a man.
I am stuck in this new wave slavery.
I’m not a man.
I am ignorant to get caught in this new wave.
Thing they call slavery.