The higher prices go The lower morals go The more criminals with badges that get away Is the price of a black life my people are forced to pay The more I see of woe The more I think I should go I cannot understand you people Is the only game you've learned is ignorant blame? I know nothing is the same It never is History is the past You shouldn't relive
History repeating itself is like a woman who keeps forgiving and going back to her abusive husband. She's going to die. And I fear very very soon.