Black Lives
When did Black ever become a crime and when did Black lives matter ever become the times, of my oppressed people that the color of your skin and the way I look becomes a sin that just to walk down the street is a war for the police so I ask that you give me that one released so that my people can live in peace without fear of the police the way I dress and the way I walk is just controversy for you to talk, talk that's just it took cause if you took a second look and thought myself as well as you walk the same walk a walk through with Bloodshed and intolerance of lost hope, murderers and a new found peace so that my feet does not hang from a tree in my neck is not broken by noose created by you
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