Keep your head up
These words flowing through my head and kids aren't getting fed, mamas don't want you and our black daddies are dead. Who do we turn to where can we run, when your so called friends are out having fun, I'm floating through life living trying to live to the fullest, but why are our black peopole getting shot down with bullets, These words floating through my head as I think about life, and our police suppose to serve and protect not shoot someones husband or wife, who do we turn to where can we run these words running through my head AND NO I'M NOT DONE! Kill,Hate and Race these words are sickening can we all get along and stop all this bickering, Why do we hate and not love, keep your head up, or pull each other down instead of building each other up keep your head up, But i'm on this journey to make that change,And to change the way we make minimum wage it's like a shade that we may "think" we cannot change But Yes we can, Yes we will and Yes we are STRONG AFRICAN AMERICANS!!!
Signed,Sealed ,Delivered from a cruel world.
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