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Our America sees us as inferior different skin same interior so they mistreat but we're not weak anger builds up feel it in the streets begins to leak when we speak could it be the summer heat knee deep in the blood of our people wondering how God can allow such evil the last straw is pulled our cup is more than full tonight our anger will be realized seen with the world's eyes things will never be the same change born in the flames
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