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Freed from shackles, freed from chains I won’t allow their freedom to be in vain  I proclaim my emancipation And with no need for written expression 
We must wake up for the world to sleep, They ask why we "disturb the peace", We ask why they place the chains on our feet, Can they not listen to the screams? Do they not believe in the dream?
You took a life from me You took a life from us They took a life from me They took a life from us "I took out the trash woman" "He's but a stranger crazy." My blood boils viciously
Our voices are heard But maybe our words go in one ear and out the other We barely communicate with our sisters and our brother’s Try to at least hear one word that I say Maybe we will listen one day
Shoot to wound, not to kill. Bang! as the bullet tumbles down the barrel of of the glock 22 I can hear my mom's laugh, and I start cry shoot to wound, not to kill
Break down Shimmer and crumple Let them glide with a stride so perplex As men begin to withstand the precocious Demands of his brethren                          Let the people speak
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