The hunt

A blues like poem I've been saying in my head over the past weeks.....

I'm just living in a world
Dark as the winter night
I'm just moving on on
Trying to survive
I'm I'm on a quest
Searching for freedom
Does it exist
I'm afraid not
Freedom that is all I ever wanted
I'm living in a world
Scary scary place
Where black boys and girls
Is being shot down like animals
Living in a world
Where you have to be something you not
Living in a world
Where being black can get you shot
Now I'm on a quest
Searching for freedom
I'm searching for
Something that been spoken of
Where I can live without fear
Gun smoke in the air
We are dying out here
Freedom
Tell me have you found it
Freedom
Cause damn it we need it
Freedom
Black blood cover the land with others
Freedom
I'm get no tired of them slaying my brothers and sisters
Freedom
From birth to death we will all miss ya
Freedom