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Civinl Rights: How Much Does It Hurt?


How much does it heart to see a young see a young girl twirk? While her great-great grandma had to work, work, work. Out in the field all day, there was no time to play She had to pick cotton for bite to eat and a place to stay How much does it hurt to see a young man in the streets? Skipping school on the regular like he doesn’t have a dream Has he forgot the battle that was fought for a nigger to read I bet that would piss off Dr. Martian Luther King. How much does it hurt to see black brothers and sisters, march to the back of the bus? That was a battle Rosa Parks fought against for us. How much does when a black won’t vote Lucy Burns, Susan B. Anthony, Amelia B. Robinson, And so many more fought for us to have a voice. How much does it hurt to see our ancestors did all they could do only, To find our young black’s would see none of it carried through?
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