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I wonder
i wonder what it was like to march with MLK
the journey was long, but the people would sing all day
they sang old slaves songs from way back when
when their ancestors were sold like pigs and hens
i wonder what it was like to speak to millions of people
telling them to overcome the darkness and evils
preaching in his voice like he was from some other place
with the emotions outlined in the wrinkles on his face
i wonder what its like for people to remember your name
after you told everyone that they were all the same
they were all one people living under a god
i wonder what it was like to defeat the odds
knowing that you did it, and could do it again
knowing that you did it for millions of women and men
You spoke in song, and sang in prayers
i hope you know that your results are standing right here
I know what it's like
whats it like to live life in the shadows?
are you proud that you're seen but not heard?
you cant get out, and its drowning you
a pit of blackness surrounds you
you gasp for air, but theres nothing there
whats it like when no one can hear you?
whats it like to be raped of attention?
the spotlight seeker, forever searching for regard
you play follow the leader; hoping to break free
but your instincts havnt gotten thru
and you're stuck, wanting to be liked
But no one likes the real you, so you're trapped
i know what its like...