It seems like- All I can do is watch I sit here and witnesss Policemen beating on Indians (That nickname being penned From one group of misguided white men regardless, the name came from one particular European) These "representatives of justice" beat blatantly and bold While cameramen sit back and let da drama unfold Reporters letting it simply soak Letting their story unfold on its own Letting the blood of the Native Country slowly become endangered Cause reporters only really care about makin dat paper Just like every other bigot in this nation. I mean- Cops not caring that their arrogant face Is being showed putting national justice and security to its disgrace They state they are beating because of lack of tax-pay But every person With a simple touch of melanin Knows that its because of just race. If you could have seen his face! The one Native man who was so quick to state "This looks like something Out of Mississippi in the sixties" Should I be disgraced? Or should I simply have pity Becuase of this man's lack of the truth That hate Has spread all over each man of each race Each man with a grudge that cannot be erased Each man trying to find out who he is and where's his place Each man reaching out angrily grabbing nothing but space Each trying to let his voice be heard by showing useless fits of rage Each man with something to say But no one with the time of day To JUST LISTEN. I watch- As CNN hires people to lace Their opinion like cocaine Into the facts of every day Programming our subconscious To form an opinion in which The government can say "You think Uncle Sam wants you But he already has made you our slave" This unnatural, posionous high That the Big Boys dope us up with- it like Makes us override the brain damage Because it blows the mind You would think we were stuck in time Because all of our actions seem like They're stuck and skipping Only repeating our mistakes Instead of learning and giving Yesterday's tomorrow is now today And its really a same that I can Truthfully say This day Aint any better than the past The toxins of ignorance Is affecting the land Nature cannot take its course In all of these filthy ways Like looking blindly at the sun In search of better days Daily our hopes are drowning and dying with sorrow- And the burden on my back is that tomorrow I will have to be the one to Carry the world on my back With no sense of direction I am destined To follow the pact Written by many in stone so many years ago That I will try to make this world into something- Tomorrow.