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where a man feels a valued of life
where the world's matter not just black and white
where the cause is the rights innate
where fuelled by hate, can change the fate
as we make land, just as we planned
where it's time to make a stand
where the strain shares no longer sane
where the pain can break the chainrs
where the words are curt and dirt
where the blood does spurt badly hurt
where on the run, but not yet won
all said and done, it’s just begun
where the dare of breathe air
where the vacant stare can free of snare
where give chase with motives base
where fall from grace because of race
where men appear, mock and jeer
where the end draws near, that much is clear
where what we sought, for what we fought
where what we taught, will not be bought
where blood congealed, fates are sealed
where guns they wield, we will not yield
where there is no justice, is there a peace?
where a man laid on the ground, .. complained
"I cannot breathe."
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......... I cannot breathe .........
where the world's matter not just black and white
where fuelled by hate, can change the fate
where it's time to make a stand
where the pain can break the chainrs
where the blood does spurt badly hurt
all said and done, it’s just begun
where the vacant stare can free of snare
where fall from grace because of race
where the end draws near, that much is clear
where what we taught, will not be bought
where guns they wield, we will not yield
where a man laid on the ground, .. complained