when the chains come off I don't know what I'll do,
first I might rejoice in the fact that I'm finally physically free,
released to live as I please
in harmony and p.e.a.c.e,
in the land of the free and the home of the brave,
but that doesn't pertain to me because I was born into slavery,
but still I dream,
when the chains around my ankles are detached from their latch
and my strides are no longer stifled,
limited, restrained, and detained;
when I'm free to reign over my own domain,
free to walk, talk, and run if I so please...
however I still cannot go chill with my friends
because it's illegal for me to be caught gathering
with two or more people that resemble me;
when the chains are removed
I will find the strength, metal, and the courage
to venture on my own into the unknown,
find me a home,
and work my fingers to the bone
for what I claim as my throne,
but nonetheless I digress
because even though slavery ended in 1865...
in 2018 I might be stopped by someone sworn to serve and protect
and end up an unarmed homicide,
when the chains are released...