A Whistle

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Racism why is it even here all it does is bring us tears Whatever happen to a world of peace its time we bring a new life lease We stand in unity to raise hope so that we may live in a place of harmony
Black boy (Hook) Last night Night before 24 robbers at my door I got up and let em in Hit em in the head with a rolling pin
I left the Home, a shabby lumbering shack, Taking only the clothes on my back And the chime of Symmetrical thoughts, And walking with Ambitious steps, Trampling the Dirty paths, and
In a time of hardship, Many fear the fight, Many face the fight, Going day by day struggling, Many face the fight, Trying to ignore the ignorant people, Many face the fight,
A whistle to myself, I whistled a song, A song about a woman, frightened by the black night, frightened by what she don't understand, she calls upon the daylight, and then it comes,
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