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Bring Our Girls Back

How can I look at the sky and feel complete When I know there's somebody out there who's suffering How can I say that this world has been good to me When history day by day is on repeat We've demanded for answers and when they do come We close our eyes and wait on someone else to take action We're scared to stand up for what's wrong because of the consequences Wake up Now there's fourteen black girls missing in D.C. And I still haven't seen any action Their mothers are inconsolable crying for their little babies But since that ain't your baby you don't give a damn Look around you, yeah it's beautiful isn't it? Well for those girls it isn't, we don't even know if they're still alive Just because they aren't your blood doesn't mean you shouldn't care if they're suffering It's wrong man...damn Bring our girls back Bring the babies of those mothers back

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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