Son Gazing

Feet in the grass
Eyes on the sun
Focused on the present
since the past is already done
The future is yet to come
but they say the victory
is already won
as the strange fruit hung
Still hanging from the trees
We supposed to be free
But the blood in the streets
say diffently
No justice no peace
No its just us no peace
Melanated beings
chosen by the sun
Stronger than the others
we are the chosen ones.
Most closest to Ra
God the Most High
I'll never stop elevating I'm
trying to touch the sky.