They told me, “Land of the free, home of the brave,” But I see cages in policies names in graves... They tried to sell me fear like it was wisdom Tried to dress oppression up as “just the system.” But I serve a God who split seas and prisons... So tell me what is a law to divine intervention I see silence sold cheap and justice delayed... Tell me what kind of freedom is built on the pain... So while they argue borders and bodies and worth I plant my knees in the soil of the earth I pray for the healing of nations and hurt... This is not the dream they put in the book This a nightmare wrapped in red, white, and look-the-other-way... Power got comfortable truth got shook and fear been knocking but I don’t answer that door, okay I will not whisper I will not fold I got ancestors humming in my backbone bold... You can try to mute me shadow-ban my soul But truth don’t need permission to take control... They govern with panic they profit off tears Turn neighbors to enemies sell danger as “security fears.” But I refuse to inherit the language of dread... I speak life I speak God I speak we are going to live instead... So I will not panic I will not freeze I breathe holy breath when I am on my knees... Even in chaos I still believe that what they meant for evil won’t bury me... So write it in stone write it in fire We are not done and we are definitely not tired... @kassandra