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The same road


I wish i could be flying, but no I'm driving Trying to reach my destination but I just cannot I try to switch lanes but I am stopped by a cop Every light I pass is green, because police brutality goes on No red lights because the injustice just won't stop Even if I see a red one, I still have no faith. My foot is strapped to the pedal and I have no brakes It's like they exercising us but we get no breaks They like to kick us when we down especially in the face. You see I'm on the road of life But the road of life is more like a roll of dice Is it worth it? People tryna crash into me on purpose We're all just single grains inside of a bowl if rice This bowl is getting so light my future ain't looking bright. Because there's only a few more grains left They used up all of our happiness there's only pain left. My odds are getting smaller and smaller Climbing the mountain of justice but it's getting taller and taller They'll murder anyone, young or old They killed Tamir Rice he was 12 years old. Now his momma gotta live with losing a son In my opinion these cops should really be losing they guns Just imagine how many tears she cried. Imagine how choked up she got when she found out he died. Imagine how much she wanted to die herself. She probably thought it was lie Warm tears fall down the cold face now she got blurry eyes. She can't see she can't breathe She's stuck here she can't leave She's driving around hopelessly. On the same road as me...
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