Joe's got some explaining to do
What happened to ending our struggle
Your vote is so sacred
Enter here, our tent has an abundance
We enjoy the merry go round
Like children, we fall off
Thoughts of grandeur to the moon
While we sip water from lead pipes
Watch highways from the living room
Another McDonald's - coming soon
I'll just work there.
You say unemployment going down
What does that matter to me
Should I pat your back
Praise you for a number
I know nothing about
You can't help everyone
I'm sure there's poor white folk
But I'm stuck on the promise
That my little one vote
Can actually shape my future
Give me hope amidst my fear
Brightness in the dark
A reason to cheer
I look outside, new Sun, same day
Cops patrolling my community
Like gladiators in sport
Juiced up Chevy, tatted up no love
They treat us like Afghanistan
At least you helped them out
I mean, they left the country
While we feel trapped
I read no Floyd bill
What's that really about
We are good enough to vote
But provisions are optional
Protection is some-timing
Like my boogie Aunt
What should I tell my kids, Joe
When they ask about that magic vote
I said it would provide promises you spoke
They roll their eyes
As they crack their ramen
From our 1 bedroom hole
I'll tell them I'm sorry
I made a mistake in my vote
Or just keep hope alive
Cast that next vote
Hope and change for better days
I just explained they look the same
Tired of talking to you, Joe
I've said it very plain.
About the Creator
Greg B.
Black Man. Writer.
Now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.”
“I sit with Shakespeare and he winced not.”

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