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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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