Photobomb!

It's difficult to think about living in this world so privileged
that I don't walk out the door and worry about being immediately discriminated against for the color of my skin
but it's incomprehensible how it must feel to live in the land of the free
and be cheated of that equality all because the sun favors you more
And it's very hard to fight it
When everything is so one sided
And your skin tone represents a history of torture
We have war on our streets
By the people and the police
But even under fire they still protected our lives
Now if we could just weed out the bad apples and plant new seeds in the communities
Allow them to thrive instead of keeping them reliant on section 8 and saving graces
The poor have become entrepreneurs with government aid
But who can blame them
The modern robin holds solving problems on their own time
Because normally when you're in the system
You are in it for life
It's a privatized business and you are commodity number 1
sought after at the highest price
Sometimes the highest bidder
So if there's no winner in the situation other than the rich getting richer
Than we should be taking action
And not travelling so far to keep moving backwards
from where we are in this instance
We've already learned these lessons and yet are still progressively making the same mistakes
Racism is alive and well in the hearts of way too many of our namesakes
You can shatter the addiction and scatter its parts
Farther and farther until the prescription is a lost cause
And just spread the sickness across continental shelves
Well into the future when our lives will be dealt helpless hands at the discretion of government standards
And we will be enamored by the opportunity to spread the cancer
And answer to no one
But ourselves
So I will bid thee farewell at the risk of sounding futile
Because while you are selling your souls to the media devil
Party over there
I'll be over here
snapping at a selfie at your funeral