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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