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Wondering without the beefing
How many words with no beat can
Make them rise up to their feet and
Really feel what I’ve been speaking
Get to talking about this bull in these streets that we’ve been seeing
I know I ain’t the one tweaking the way these pigs is policing
Get to shooting
asking questions
the brother’s no longer breathing
all these seasons
different reasons
our blood’s still staining the buildings
the feelings are still the same
I share your dream Dr. King
A shame most of us wont react unless we feeling the pain
And what am I gonna tell my son?
Growing up playing with guns
Knowing the boys in blue can kill him for having fun
And it’s a cold cold world
Knowing I can go to jail
For only speaking my mind
The news saying I'm rioting
But yet and still
Little jimmy can pop a pill
Go to cussing out his parents
Before he knows it he killed them..
But wait they got him
They know him before he talked
Just some innocent kid going through some recent problems
