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Those Days


Those Days when blacks weren't allowed anywhere Those Days when they were beaten by many purely bare Those days when education for blacks were thrown out the roof Even when they wanted to achieve greatness in order to be living proof Those Days long ago before our generation's time Those Days where the civil rights caused most of the crime Those days when Martin Luther King marched and preached freedom and equality Those Days when no one cared about the childhood and family poverty Those Days when everyone knew they had a dream to be united no matter race Those Days where you saw the police brutality and the smell of blacks being maced When will we get away from those days, when nothing matters but the person you are on the inside Those Days, Those Days, where the world still hasn't gotten away from pride Those Days, Oh Those Days....
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