Bondage: The War on Drugs
A fool walks around believing
There is no God
As if they are free to mistreat others
God looks around at the rich and powerful
Seeking one, just one
Who sincerely tries to follow him
He struggles
Can’t even seem to find one
Who is doing the right thing
They commit crimes
Against my people
In MY name
They devour my people
As a vulture devours a carcass
They build expensive prisons
Intent on re-enslaving young black men
For petty crimes that are worthy of only
A slap on the hand for others
Lives are destroyed
An entire generation
Lost
Too few sons
Too few fathers
Too few husbands
Those who eventually escape the system
Are undereducated, unemployable
They have no hope, no training
Branded as criminals
They are destined to return
To bondage
Those who perpetrate
These crimes against my people
Know they are wrong
Yet continue
It feels so hopeless
Yet, I know God watches
He will end the bondage of my people
Once again
The brothers will rise up and be strong
Breaking their yokes
Dropping their weapons
Caring for their families
And we as a nation
Will rejoice
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