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Its Just Life


 

Shooting and killing over parking spots

Driving cars over bridges with your kids in the back, because they started crying and wouldnt stop

A City filled with Crooked Cops

And we just stand back and watch, as 14 year old kids get shot

By the people who are supposed to serve and protect the racist cops

And word to my mom, all this hatred has got to stop

We're in this together all people no matter what race

People claiming terroitory when this world is all one place

And god didnt make it for one specific person, or make anyone anybodys slave

So why stop with money in your pocket to purchases a 5 year old slave

Putting each other in chains, and putting each other through pain

Whipping little kids, for accident simple and plain

And people killing there seed

Because they decided to have sex at young ages with no protection

Thats not the purpose to breed

Sex is an activity, not something you need

Something you do with a person you love

So think about being a mother before you proceed

And if you see someone drunk driving stop call a taxi and make them hand over the keys

If we would all work together we'd see the day, when no one is in need

 

 

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