Get this off my chest
• Written by Anonymous
Were are all my friends
Now I'm only left with pencil and pens
This where my art begins
And where my art transcends
In a world with no war but love
In a generation were there's better role models to think of
No more bullet holes in my brothers
Or a river of tears from mothers
Tired of saying free my nigga
Time to take action so he wont pull the trigga
Cuz the white man wanna send us to jail
Lock us up with no bail
I hope you gain knowledge
Get out dem streets and go to college
Because the a black man is dangerous
To a fragile society were viewed as hazardous
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