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I AM


Yea

I guess I am

I'm the reason kids dont live past ten

Dying and wishing for lost beginnings

 

Yes I am

The reason blacks lack

Life without crimes

I must always lie

Gong to jail all o my life

 

Are you proud

I didnt do nothing

How

I couldnt breath

Is it easier for me to believe

All I want is freedom, love, and peace

 

Yea i guess i am

I must be crazy

Crazy to bomb at a marathon

Crazy to seal my own mother life

For a deal

 

But u look in the mirror and see me everyday

Blond, Black, crazy, stray

Maybe locked in a cage

Maybe looking outside my own grave

I Am

We are

Are we gonna change or did we lost

From the Start

I Am

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