I am told that America is the land of the free
Home of the brave
That free speech abounds
That constitutional rights are upheld

But when I turn on my TV
I see my brothers and sisters being killed
My kinfolk, of Black skin, murdered

The police killing us
Guns shooting us
The law being twisted
The perpetrators not being arrested

Then I remember
America was not made for my kinfolk
The system was never designed for us

So every day, I’m en garde
For who knows when it will be my turn