Black Lives !

Unarmed and alone 

God called him home 

February 26 Trayvon Martin was gone

White Americans look at us wrong 

Us black people is just trying to stay strong 

We're judged by the book of our covers

Killing us black kids is just hurting our mothers 

Put yourself in our shoes, what would you do? 

Black dude kills your son you'll want him on deathrow too

All the pain and all the hurt, it's just like we're dirt.

Where is our freedom in this world, I think we're just cursed.

I had a dream like Martin Luther King, that is black people would stand up and redeem

 

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