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So much pain we Dont know how to be but angry Feel infected like weve got gangrene Please dont let anybody try to change me Me Just me In the middle of a sea full of faces Full of faces Some laugh some salivate Whats in your alleyway Recycling bins or bullet cases Its not equal Its not fair Were different people But were not scared We aint never scared To pave a new path Make a new street Build a new bridge Say can you see by the dawns early light Free slaves running Songs words werent right Now a new days coming The few stay stunning while the many are handsome Your soul is alive but they want it for ransom The base drumming is the anthem We step to the heartbeats of our granddaughters and grandsons And Rise together we Lost hope and found need Grounded by our surroundings Did the walls scream universities Or you and i verse the tees React automatic and we burst when squeezed And make 9-11 each emergency Urgency amber to red like the turning leaves Oh please let the hurting cease Don't let apathy police the populace We will march across Those stereotypes that were marked for us The answers obvious We switch the consonants Change the sword to words and lift continents If you believe in redemption I'm calling to you from another dimension
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