Black life matters
Nothing but the truth
Has become as rare
As hens tooth
A brother don't care
Even if he shoot
Another to wound
This is the sad truth
Of the society we live
If black life matters
Then why this sadness
We are black's
But not duck's
Peace, love and harmony
Was instilled in our destiny
So let love lead
And not forget our root
I'm an African
And not American
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