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Black Lives Matter


To live means to be alive

But to live doesnt mean your alive

The ones alive dont always survive

They say the good die young

Arms up because your black and young

Skittles, and a Arizona got a block shot

Just because he was walking with a hood down the block

I know that didnt rhyme

That doesnt matter because its Time

Time to stand up for whats right

Shoot a black go free shoot a white, and they didnt have the

The right to shoot so they go free

Be different stand out, and know your rights

Because now, if your black you have no rights

Seeing a black owning their own business no way

Successful black, instead of dead blacks is the right way

To live means to be alive

Im living so im alive, and my life matters

 

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