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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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