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my brotha


mike my brotha, my brotha mike

another fallen soldier in a silent fight

when ya soul was took our souls was shook

when we got shook we shaked

some took action and fucked shit up

some talked peacefully like that shit would help

why fuck shit up in our own community? sometimes the fucking oppressed rebel

well thats the dilema we're faced with

do we rebel or stay silent in this oppressed hell?

do we talk or stay silent in this opressed hell?

mike my brotha, my brotha mike

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