Dallas
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In the Streets of America tonight
Many hands of young students scrape the sky
The colors of blue and red abrace their face
As they endlessly march unguarded
Why do we gotta live in a world , where tragedy has to be the reason we stand firm. Togther we all mourn, but we down to see broken soul burn, cops shoot blacks, blacks shoot cops, when we gone learn.
America the Beautiful, America the Brave
What has gotten into us to make us so depraved?
From the Industrial Revolution to the Revolution of Fear,
Did anyone tell you several thousands are killed per year?
Kids are lighting fireworks
on the two streets that make a Horseshoe
where the Dallas county line breaks
off into anarachy; a word that looks like two lines of dirt
made by the same child’s hand.
