Mike was Brown

He turned around, hands up. 

A white boy in blue banged a few into that black body and head until he bled

Red

Dead, another nigga dead. 

Dead, dead another nigga dead. 

Dead, dead another nigga dead. 

The coffin the coffin is his bed. 

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Black kids in shackles, will they be free?

Black folks, rights revoked, will they be free?

The black community is in poverty

The city needs prosperity in this monetary monarchy

 

All I see is disparity in clarity; it ain't fair to me. 

I'm free, but why ain't they?

They just want to be free from money's control 

Wantin' some milk and honey, and somethin' to hol'

 

One nation, under God? That's a facade

O God, help me help we. 

We need another flood to wipe away all the corruption and destruct it in this fuckin' disfunction

 

Send a dove. Send a dove. One from above. 

 

When they rule, it's just fuel

They're just fools, 

So I'ma kill em with these words without a eulogy

Your cruelty are tools to me. 

I'ma let free my hatred ruthlessly. 

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Separation for a nation with discrimination.

Segregation in the ghetto with limitations 

Someone needs to change something and rearrange the shortcomings

 

Blacks on the block bangin' with gangs bang!

Blacks be productive, not deductive

Or interrupted by drugs & dollars

Black thugs and dealers wheelin' and stealin' without fathers. 

 

Peer pressure pressuring punks to press the trigger

Nigger. We figure he'll be another fixture. 

White supremacy produces pride, killings & crime.  

Cathartic gang signs from the darker color lines; they're just blind. 

 

Quit killin, it's counterintuitive and stupid.

You're loaded with hurt - broken and wounded 

The war isn't against each other but the other,

Brother. Love one another.