Let
let the voices of black lives be heard
let it sound as blis as a bird
let it be heard from a high
let the sound roar and never die
let us shout to the sky
let god himself hear our cry
let my people go free
No longer shall you bound us in chains
Nor curse our names to put us to shame
No longer will you put us underlock and throw away the key
I will scream to the heaves untill i see
The day were there is equality
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