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let's make a move


He put his hands in his pocket so they can be warm

what they see is a young man that's armed

so they approach him fve cops to that one yong man

force him down to the ground slap the cuff on his hands

screams of sympathy fill the streets

as family members scream f the police

our society is desceding beause we killing our own race

There's nomore face to face, killers leave their trace

u can get that same treatment going place to place

but hold on wait a minute let the world know we aint finished

tell them doubters we aint quitting

man its levels to this madness and i swear the skies the limit

for our people of all colors, gender, race age, hieght and ethnicity

lets stand stronger for the young and be the maker of our history

put our words into action to get the bigger picture and see it visually

 

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