How much is a life worth?
Under rolling tides of fear in white washed waters
Sleeping in chains of barbed wire, is this where my freedom lies?
In these cardboard houses, torn to flame by sinister words of rage?
These blank bullets shot at brothers, despite heart, despite age?
Their deaths a cause and effect of unavailing thoughts and prayers
Their only crime is gripping hands with night skies in despair
Maybe it's here, in this soil, by Death's ankles have we toiled
Our souls sculpting the American foundation
To embrace our skin as black as ink