Free Our Byrds
The system never understood us,
They called us gang bangers, hoodlums & more.
I never gang banged,
I never even stole but to them I was just that.
We were always more than what you seen on the surface
We were always something more,
But some of us fell to society's cons before we were given the chance to be more than Hoodlums.
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