Can'T Breathe No More Hate
You sit there with a grimace on your face, when you speak, you speak of a bad taste from a bad place, a history of racism-n-injustices, that can’t knowhow or no way be erased or misplaced, for they continue 2 resurface in every state, black or white, what color is your face, how many degrees do you have, -n- how much money do you make, -n- what ‘s your religious faith, our temples ache for our freedom -n- intellect is being raped, disease thoughts being traced, the hatred of a color of a face, for justice, true justice, a nation awaits, we have a dream to this date, hopefully we can live to see this dream take its place, the birth of true love -n- the death of hate, so we throw up both our hands, for we can’t breathe no more hate, no more hate awaits.
I love the color of mine
As well as the color of your
Face, true love, no more
Hate
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