Ahead of the Race
Black lives, black lives matter, could you scream any louder, I see my people all standing in one place, but what you fail to realize we are all running the same race, just at a different pace the color of my skin should never implied I have the right to win, win, win what this senseless color race, you see my people I believe I am the ahead of the human race my mind and thoughts will never be at your pace why, why, cause Darling you still standing in one place
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