Grey
On the daily were being taken
One by one when will you learn
How are u able to live with yourself
Murder
We just stand by and watch
There is nothing to do
Can help but just watch
Record record that all we can do
Death.
Pigs killing kids
Arrested for childish things
we have to sit back and let it happen
Broken spines from aggressive arrest
How are we supposed to cope with the very things that protects us is killing us off.
Justice is all we ask for
Violence is the only way we can get it
Broken cars to represent the bones in grey
Spray paint to show how his blood dripped
Yells for those who lost their voices
White pigs killing black kids
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