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Black fists reaching at the sky. Clouds large and airy -- white yet translucent; Seeming to be made of glass.  
We want freedom in every way Freedom from being shot everyday Of course all lives matter But what about all the senseless act Of the killing of black males black males and black females
My People talk as if we still are free, the media scoping and molding our mentality.
My grandmother frequently talks of the good old days, the days that she thought were lost in a maze she speaks of the times when all was right  and only dancing happened at night.  
Laid to rest by a dishonest hand, that day we lost another man from life and struggles that we face
  I am upset because I still live in a world where an unarmed person of color
Are we one? It's hopeless I know this devoid of devotion.       So tired of the maddness and sick of emotions dividing the classes and poisoning the masses.                       So I'm strictly devoted.
Birds of a feather flock together
Am I a black male? do you judge me by my skin? or am I a male who is black? do you acknowledge my dark skin? Ignorance will tell you alot about me I am from the hood always up to no good
Judgement and speculations  Have always been passed over me Always been placed on me By family  By friends By people I don't even know   Why is this? 
Justice for all? Damn near justice for none! People die everyday, Because the world can't control their guns Innocent people die in vain. If the police do a crime, Is it ok?
He who is without sin let him cast the first stone But I’ve seen a sin so wrong it literally penetrates my soul Hate of race Discriminatory remarks
Man of col
I can't sleep, too much frustration on my mind, Can't seem to sympathize with the decision made, Wilson not charged, no justice served, he's free, Mike is dead,
A lovely day, Dull yet gay, For a peace Prevailed.   But all was gone In the blink of an eye.
I want to annihilate the canidate
How are we suppose to speak out for what's right When it seems as if to peacefully protest is denied So we haven't had the right?   To see past color was a dream A vision past down by a king
How are we suppose to speak out for what's right When it seems as if to peacefully protest is denied So we haven't had the right?   To see past color was a dream A vision past down by a king
We only got one time, our life is defined Behind eyes of the man whose never had blood on his hands. They teach us virtues in class, but tell us to stab each other in the back when the time comes and there's only one spot open.
I have 4 little brothers Well 5 if you count my pain-in-the-butt little cousin
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