by Shiann Seale
Red as the blood that covered my fore fathers hands.
Fighting a Civil War against the southern man.
Blue as the song the Negro sang.
As the master sets the blocks for his family to hang.
White as the cotton slaves were forced to pick.
Defiance in any form got them whipped.
Pimped by a system under the Red, White, And blue.
Controlled by an agenda that makes me think im different from you.