The Struggle Against Us

With cruel intentions you lock me behind these cages, these bars, as if I'm a threat to this nation but you're most feared. It should be you locked up but instead you get payed leave and a nice vacation while my people suffer in these streets. And those trapped Within these walls dont get salvation, this is not a place for rehabilitation. Traget practice on the weak, you pray on our struggle because if we rise together it'll be one hell of a rebuttal. I only seek peace but what's peace without war. You spit in my face while I'm shackled at the ankles and cuffed at the wrists with no place to rest but on the cold floor. You treat us like dogs and tell us to eat on all fours. You preach freedom for all people but its different behind closed doors,
"Just another nigger with NOTHING to live for..."  
 
Should I say less or shall I say more?  
 
Many brothas locked up taken away from wives, mothers, and even children. It's funny how the odds are against you but you didn't even do it....  
 
Just stay strong young King.  
 
But you'll make it out BEFORE YOU GET THROUGH IT