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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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