Jun 2020
Wouldn’t you be pained and hurt and miss them
If it was my brother my sister
It would cut deep
I would cry in crimson
I would stomp and scream and shout
Because my blood has been taken out
No reason no sin no game no win
Just because of our darker skin
If it was my brother my sister
It would cut deep
I would cry in crimson
I would stomp and scream and shout
Because my blood has been taken out
No reason no sin no game no win
Just because of our darker skin
No longer enraged just sick
All because of this rude ****
Feel all I can do is pray and sing
That the mud may fall from their eyes
So they see their brothers and sisters dead like we
All because of this rude ****
Feel all I can do is pray and sing
That the mud may fall from their eyes
So they see their brothers and sisters dead like we
