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Fifty One Years


Decades of depression, in America

We have been preyed upon,

With the slashes of whips on

Our backs, stripped

Of our human and civil rights

All in the Land of the Free.

 

265 years to 99, 51 years free.

 

They love to hype us up by

Saying better healthcare is coming,

The lower and middle class will make it

But at the same time we are

Bashed upon in everyday society

But they’re ignorant to the fact that you could

Never strip us of our dignity

We’ve always held our head high.

 

265 years to 99, 51 years free.

 

Now, we still deal with police

Brutality and discrimination

All because they’re blind that we made it

This far and haven’t given up yet

We’ll continue to walk in pride.

265 years to 99, 51 years free.

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