I Need My Brothers
Unfortunately our brothers aren't conscious and we don't know our history.
Streets lit
Imperfect colors of blues and reds
Causing purple bruises
Those red stains they’re trying to cover
Are you not my brother ?
From the freedom fighters
To black leather jackets, guns, and greased fros
This sick twisted system so unjust
Roots of racism is older than our hand me down books and busted schools
There you go scrolling pass another Instagram post about a young
black soul taken by the po.
Hearing about the violence in your very own community,
Are you not my brother?
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