Why?

They say that there is no more discrimination
Then why is all the killing of Black's a repetition
Watching all my brothers die, it just makes me sigh
When I look back on all the times of the people who died, I just ask the polices that one question... Why?
Is it hate? Are you scared? Why?
That's why we all have to stick together.
As one, as a family forever.
If not, then they're gonna take us all down.
And we better not make a sound.

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My country
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