my brothas & sistas

We are shot when we are compliant 

We are shot when we are defiant 

There are mothers crying

There are children dying

They want to keep us institutionalized

I know what the Germans done 

Being light don't make you stunning

Being dark don't make you nothing

We have freedom but we are not free

I hear my brothas & sistas shout "Black Lives Matter"

But how can "Black Lives Matter" when were killing each other 

Blues and pirus we all on the same team

No colors aint a thing 

My brothas and sistas we need to come together as one

And turn this hatred into greatness 

Then only will we see change 

We must unite as one

Because we are the melanin kings & queens 

 

 

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