Part 8

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So you say
I dug my own grave
Being born this way
I've over stayed my stay
I'm sorry you feel that way
Tell me how you feel
Stop being fake for real
I stopped and stood still
On death's row
Where is my last meal
I wanna cry
I'm hurt inside
I don't sleep at night
My mind holds my fright
I wish with all my might
I know I have to fight
But I'm sorry to say
I been this way
You hold my hand
Said we will never end
But we did
And you lied from when I was a kid
Saying black is beautiful
Black is good
But I heard
Black is from the hood
Well people have stood before me
I'm beautiful
In my skin
I don't sit in the back
I'm growing to the top
And to prove black is great
I don't plan to stop
I learned who stood for me
Who sat for equality
Martin Rosa they were open minded
Shot down on sight
I won't back down
We sat they mad
We stood they mad
We marched they mad
We lay down they mad
Black on black
Kid down
All we do is die
I can't help but frown

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