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"THEY"


Too much is going on. Its a world full of wrongs. Can never get it right. Lift our voice,they take our life. Speak some sense , they flip the switch. Police no different from the men in the sheets. Wear a badge Just to mask Our recollections of the past. I swear THEY taking us back Just to laugh Cause us blacks Really thought THEY had changed. And that the chains were released. Why are we so naive To those thieves who brought us here? How we pose' to live in this world When THEY don't want us hea'? I swear some tragic happens every year. While THEY sit And watch us cry Cause an innocent black woman just died. But THEY face is dry THEY hands are wet Covered with blood Nah..THEY hands is red. And nothings happened yet. He washed his hands. He went to bed. THey stayed up late Cause now she's dead. Its a hard pill to swallow when the ones who killed her Is the ones you have to follow. Modern day lynchin Got us wishin That THEY would just listen To the cries Mothers with tears in her eyes. Asking why? Why? Why did Sandy have to die? Where's the justice? Oh I forgot we Black So we can't touch it. You mean to tell me If I walked outside You stopped me I put my hands up I still would die? If you held my neck And I couldn't breath You would hold on longer And never release? Lie and say I was Just another Black Girl running the streets? Its a white world And we're just specks in it Serving us platters of disaster And we just dealt with it Doing to us what THEY've done to our ancestors Disguising it as the government trying to help us. Knowing damn well its white washed Like white walls. White hands. Like bear claws. Police cars. Like grave yards. Same words. Same cause. Hands behind my back. With no cause. Jail time. With no calls. Black skin. So pain calls. Growing up Black. In a white world.
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