No It Wasn'T
No it wasn't my son who was shot and killed
No it wasn't my husband who was sent to jail
No it wasn't my brother, brother from blood
But that was somebody's world at some point.
No it wasn't my wife who was murderd with lies
No it wasn't my daughter who's death was covered
No it wasn't my sister, sister from blood
But that could've been somebody's mom
I can't go on and pretend that there ain't war in the streets
That there's something terribly wrong with the way some people think
There's so many words unspoken
So many lives just taken
Still so much injustice
And hearts still broken
My mama used to tell me that life was too short
That whenever something hurt me
To move on and just let go
But this time it isn't only about me
My heart is not the only one that hurts
People out there think they don't have a choice
They forget they have a voice
Mothers are losing their daughters
Husbands are losing their wives
Children are losing their parents
We can't continue to go round acting like everything is just fine
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