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May 2020
Brother I know you’re tired
It’s your time to rest
Brother you died not by hands
You died of weight
The weight of the white man
The weight of your black skin

Brother you know we’re tired
But it’s not our time to rest
Brother we lift you up to sing and dance in the sky
m a k a y l a
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m a k a y l a  20/F/TX
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