The Filters on Ferguson
There's words in my brain
The pressure's buildin' up
They gotta get out
My filter gives up
I shout at the world
I tell them what's wrong
I give them a speech
I sing them a song
I tell them it's awful
How they fight and they scream
I point out those weeping
"Don't you remember that dream?"
My filter comes back
As they all look at me
"You're just some dumb kid
What have you got to show me?"
Nothing will change
Nothing will come about
#nojusticenopeace
Until our filters give out
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