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Black lives matter is a statement of love not a statement of hate
So please erase the confusion from your face 
I wish they could hear but they're to busy spraying mace in my face
They keep yelling, Nigga's who needs them, nigga please, black boy black girl you don't belong
And Today I read murder niggas on a wall 
Someone tried to spray paint over it, but the hate was still legible
They try to sweep racism under the rug, but the people living in that house still keep the hate at their side at all times
Taking lives at all times, so much so it has become a full time job, and they love overtime
Humans are not animals but sometimes I wish black people had 9 lives like a cat
Then maybe one of those we could live out who we were meant to be
Or maybe we could be a dog, you heard the cops call us treats, right?
At least if a dog dies they treat them right as if they have rights
Justice where has it gone, people will say it's just the times
But now it's 2020 and Justice is more like just them all the time, it's not fair, it's not right, it's not love
And to everyone who gets hurt standing up for the air being sucked out of our bodies continue to stay ten toes down
Because we is a selfish term in America 
Freedom is a selective term in America
The grey line takes up most of the space in America
Right is looked at as wrong in America
And some still choose to ignore the true colors of America
Red is my blood stolen, from the boys in blue, that sadly can be defined as a white American
Most of the time
The red should really symbolize the fire raging from this hell on Earth, that makes the world blue
Well some of us
White culture eating white cake, from a slaves recipes
Wanting to experience different things, wanting to participate in our lifestyle, stealing traditions
Without the ritualistic red dot constantly pointed at their back
But when a black person wants more for themselves they have to start with a wall against their back
While carrying the cross their ancestors hung from
All while trying to make change
Positive change should not be this hard but the world is so negative
Awareness and action is the key
But there are many doors to unlock until Justice can start to have the appearance of a just world
p.s. I'm still praying...
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