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So tell me how does it feel?

Now that you’re trapped in a system unreal

Well what about our rights? 

What about our freedoms?

Where were these questions when you undermined our Kingdom?

So tell me how does it feel?

You have now entered a free trial

The life of the oppressed, where inhale is denial

Welcome to the world you’ve compiled

So tell me how does it feel?

To be arrested at parks and threatened in the streets

To fight for your children, to get them something to eat?

How will it be? 

Once you claim to be a strange fruit on a tree

You’ll feel the wrath of our sleeping army

60 days of confinement led to your worries 

Maybe you should look back on His-Story

Oh yes it has repeated again but this time you’re angered

Now your elderly and children die, welcome to your own prison, you’re chambered

So tell me how does it feel?

To still have advantage 

Yes ivory flesh still on top, money still talks so justice still flops

What is this a Medical Apartheid or a traffic stop?

So how does it feel to be chased by cops?

A virus, a flu, who could have knew?

That it would take quarantine to feel sympathy for the animals in the zoo

Years of lock up, oh yes, don’t forget the prisoners too

They’ve been frozen in this condition, since the swine flu

So how does it feel?

Now that your ivory badge has been torn away?

Maybe you’ll reconsider, some compassion for slaves?

Never, pride and death get in the way

You can never sway the mind of an ivory slave

It doesn’t work that way 

So tell me how does it feel?

Now that you’re trapped in a system unreal

My friend have you seen the light?

Have you swallowed the pill?

There’s no city on the hill.