History aint gone
I was born into a world of segregation
Yeah think about it
I was born 1998, yep 1998
Segregation ended in 1964, so that’s what I read, that’s what they all told me
WHY doesn’t my life matter?
I want to be all I can be
But, I’m hated by the segregation that ended in 1964
But, but, I have a dream, I have a dream, I Have a dream
But, I’m still hated by 1964
I was told that my life does matter, but you must work hard for it to matter
Work hard for my life to matter
Why can’t it matter just because it ended 1964?
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