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I'm tired.


Our young black men and women are out here dyin', innocent lives are being taken away from this world, families are cryin' These crime scenes are horrifyin', cops out here lyin. We just want justice. And when I say justice, I mean justice for all. Oscar Trayvon Aiyana Justus Emmett Jordan Darrien Tamir Rekia Johnathan Renisha Dante Kimani Amadou Eric Alonzo Bo Kendrec. That's not all believe me, there's mo'. Our words are just being ignored, R.I.P to all my brothers, including Ezell Ford. There's too much hate towards us, am I right or wrong? No consequences for our actions, we're just 'White' or 'Wrong'. I don't want to hear about another one of my sisters or brothers being shot and killed. Their families hearts will never ever be healed. They're missing their kids, cousins, nephews, and nieces. When I was told that my brother was shot in the head, my heart shattered into pieces. You ignore what's going on today, all you do is sigh. It's not important to you until one of your own family members die. I'm tired of the racism. I'm tired of the crimes. I'm tired of the hate. I'm tired of the killers not gettin' enough time. I'm tired of the disrespect. I'm tired of the neglect. We all should love one another, love and protect. I'm tired of the lies. I'm tired of the fights. If we could go back to April 4th, 1968. Do you think your grandparents remember what happened that night?
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