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If all men are truly brothers, why can’t we love one another? Love and peace from ocean to ocean, somebody please second my motion.

If all men were born to be free then, what about you and what about me? In a world filled with hate, there’s nothing left, you enslave me, and you’ll never rescue yourself.

Those are the lyric of one of my most recorded songs yet none of, the host of artists who’s recorded it thus far produced a hit with it. Several white artists one, a group called Courtship and another called Wilco recorded it. Wilco, due to the fact that they’re white, has enjoyed more success than I have through the use of the song.

I suspect I might have blown my entire career when I wrote this song? For no sooner than I released it, it was over. I suddenly went from being the hottest new thing to a step slightly below zero in nothing flat. And in fact, there are still those who strive to hide my name from the public’s eye, but I’ve got God on my side. And besides, I’m good. I’m one of the best at what I do.

God has also gifted me with the foresight to see into the future. If you don’t believe that, then that’s up to you, but I’ve known it would come to this since along time ago. But a stable full of hogs is just that, a stable full of hogs.

Some black, some white. Some pink or black and white and some appear to be all mixed up yet, I’m willing to bet they all taste the same. Anytime I’m cut I bleed, just as anytime you’re cut you bleed, but there’s one thing you simply cannot do and that is, to tell me that I did not see what I saw.

The other day I saw two white policemen murder a black man in Baton Rouge Louisiana. I saw another policeman pointing his pistol directly into the face of a brother he’d slaughtered. And even as he oozed his very last breath, the policeman, who was breathing excessively, continued to point his gun at the dying man’s body.

Yet, I sit hear watching as main street media use the situation as a ploy to glorify cops. While the tragic death of Alton Sterling‬ and Philando Castile‬by the hands of brutal policemen, takes a back seat.

My song got me into a whole lot of trouble, simply, because, some white people could not come face to face with the truth. Yet, the truth is still the truth, which we will definitely have to deal with sooner or later, so why not now. Why don’t we just stop and sort it out right now, and get on with the rest of our lives.

Express Yourself,
Charles Wright