War and hate, ethnicity and race, treating us like trash like we're in a lower place,
fuck freedom if this is where we live,
grown men getting shot down and beating little kids.
Think we had a chance of making it without violence and sitting in silence, but no more shall we sit, we'll rise with pride and fire in our eyes, filled with desires of peace to end this tyranny and well do it like America was, freely. they said let's make America great again but look where we are, people dying on the streets saying they were against the law, they'll come up with excuses, "all lives matter" and that may be true but if we all matter what about blacks to, if one race falls all of us do. America the beautiful is what I had believed till I saw Rodney king beaten by police, and its continued nothing has changed, except greedy politicians ruining our brains, we must fight to end white supremacy and show them what it means, to be truly equal we have to experience these things.
I'm happy to support BLM and the movement but I hope after this is over we can realize we were never truly equal but we can be and find peace between us blacks and whites and every race and ethnicity around the world
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