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By Street Cries
I run for the days my ancestors where slaves beat tossed in a grave
Four hundred years work no pay
Death to those who ran away
Hung from a tree till they passed away
Women and children taken away stripped of religion way they pray
I run for the days Malcolm X was slayen
Martin Luther had a dream but ended the same
Government flooded hoods with cocaine
Panthers blamed put in prison chains eraseing names
Marching for civil rights police fight dog bite Mississippi burning at night
I run for the days churches went a blaze
Hatred for the way we are made
Homeless kids no where to stay my people trapped in a maze Buying escalade cent not saved
Taught to consumers keep us in place
So I run this race voice of the unheard put mental food on da plate
Going pass rules they make
Supply masses with tools that don't break
Blood of a king you can see it in my face
