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Right


So its right?

It's right to kill?

It's right to murder?

It's right to steal?

 

On what?

What did I do?

What did he do?

The boy that's apart of me

That's apart of you

 

So tell me

I want to know.

Why was it your right to kill him

 

Did he call you a name?

Spit in your face?

Did he come at you

With such malice and mace

 

No...

He says to me straight in the eye

He is a colored man

And for that he will die.

 

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