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Black Men Die

in a country where the black man is enemy number one where police so quick to use a gun, how do i live they attack one of us they attack all of us black men have been crucified in this country for a long time the children of devils claim this is not a crime the black woman has been deceived to not trust or depend on her black man now black women must stand as a man, she is nothing more than the best economic resource uncle Sam views her as his workhorse eating from his hand only raising her kids by America's plan meanwhile hot ass bullets break the flesh of the black man how can we tell our children about justice and peace all they ever get see is black folks being killed and beat in the middle of the street time to rise up and take what is ours our ancestors came so far and they went so hard the ancestor live within us so that we can have the power to make them pay for what they are doing to us

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