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All this hatred in the world, where is the love? Has it been lost?; faded. All I ever want to see is people dancing, feeling free. Being happy, loving life, not another shooting of mass destruction. All these children living in poverty, dying from disease, don't even have a toilet to pee;in. Want a education can't even give them that. Black man walking down the street, can't even walk with his hands in his pockets without a policeman being suspicious, Black family riding in their BMW, can't even ride without their rights being violated; pulled over unlawfully just to see if it's legit. Change is possible, but let's be real.. change only happens when their blood spills..... (HIGHER POWER)
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