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America for Change


Why can't things change? I am a witness to young kid dying, without a chance That child is our sons murdered without due cause Unable to fight back stray bullets aimed killing his heart To be gunned down marked invalid on dark streets Is it because our cries are not heard? I saw the young man dying without resisting arrest On the streets of disparity where laws are unjust The young man is one in one community of peers The harsh reality of blaming politics, hate is killing our kids Is our community to blame? A stray bullet piercing at the heart of a brother A deadly choke hold, a man took his last breath A sniper took his life with a bullet to his head A deadly assassin murdered a boy execution style Am I to blame? And we all fall down...

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Angela Brown

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