No difference

                 A bullet in my head,

                A bullet in my feet.

                 A bullet in my back

             that almost wounded mean.

               A bullet for our color a color

              yes you see.

            A bullet for a color that has killed

                  our families.

            A bullet for a nation where justice

             has not been served.

           A bullet for the people whose voices

                  aren't heard.

       A bullet for the different who's visions

                    have been blurred.

           I've felt a bullet in my head

           for all the times we gave up.

      I've felt a bullet in my feet for all the times,

         nobody would stand up.

         I've felt a bullet in my back when no one

                stood by me.

      There's a bullet it my heart but it hasn't

              shattered me.

        There's a bullet in my head.

           A bullet in my feet.

         A bullet in my back that almost

               wounded me.

    

 

          

         

            

                

 

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