Water Guns

Oh, vanilla colored boys don't shoot your water guns At the chocolate skinned boys who can't afford themOh, chocolate skinned boys don't try to hide from The injuries that will appear on your body when you try to runThey have won and you can't do anything about it It's a revolution It's a conclusion of the shootings and the recruiting that has been done The ones with badges has lost their eyesight and now only aim at the ones who are darker than them It's no coincidence It's no difference between killing blue life to save a white life cause all we see are white lies and black guns riseIt's a black lives matter campaignIt's a back-to-knives campaignIt's an attack on all lives and our society is suffering in pain campaign It's a no-protest-unless-we-catch-it-on-the news campaign It's an erosion-of-hypnosis-so-we can-protect-the-ones-in-blue campaign Oh, vanilla colored boys don't point your water guns at themThey know no better than to steal all your candy and bubblegumOh, chocolate skinned boys stand still, don't rebel, play dumbSit down and wait until your wrong is corrected with a gun

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Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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