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Two teenage girls were beaten by their father on camera last week/ You didn’t know that/ 3 men in Mexico have had their throat sliced open and voice boxed replaced with their tongues/ They call this a kneck tie/ You didn’t know that/ Maybe you knew every 15 secs a young person is influenced to try a drug/ So what that means is in 10 secs some young man or woman will make a choice that determines the rest of their life/ Times up choose wisely/ A little girl was just raped in Ethiopia/ right after seeing her brother forced to take the cool steel of a burning ak 47 to the dome of her broken and bruised father/ put that image aside to see a man in his early 40s putting a thumbs up to his camera while he trys to penetrate his 2 year old daughter/ This will not be in the news but instead on your facebook pages/ We spend more money on the latest technology instead of preventing the issues’ that hurt are country/ Right, wrong we spend more money preventing the people who have lived here there whole life/ From staying in their homeland/ Sorry José, pueblo and Jesus the grass is already cut/ But let’s try to make Mexico clean/ Because honestly you don’t fucking care/ José is somebody’s son/ But you won’t bat an eye/ As long as it’s not happening to your child/ It shouldn’t happen to any child, bother, sister, mother, human being/ Since we are all equal in gods eyes/ But we still can’t see each other as people/ This is the nation of America/ United we stand divided we fall/ But you don’t fucking care/ I wonder if countries look at us like we do them/ That’s a nice place to visit said Africa/ Lets come back sometime said Russia/ They have more things than us said North Korea/ But you don’t fucking care/ There was a teenage woman in Hollywood/ On the news you probably heard about her/ She was white, blonde hair about 5’5/ She slit her wrist for Justin beiber tickets/ Do you care now?
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