We the Youth, We are More
More than where you come from.
More than a Gun shot
More than a Mugshot!
You are the Sun
As bright as can be.
Sons of Kings and Queens!
You, you are more than a thirst trap.
You are more than a Baby Mother.
We are more than Thugs
We are more than Serial Numbers!
Black brothers on the corner stores,
Every other race Own the corner stores.
Metal bullets pierced our chest
No bullets pierce their vests…
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