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Don't you know I am a mirror? But my handlers didn't handle me too well Ignoring fragile this side up, They dropped me on my head And naturally, I shattered Had I been alive, I guess I'd now be dead. A shard of me is trapped in Charleston Caged in by a terrorist Hatred and racism rattle the bars What the **** do they mean When they insist they do not see it? My broken shard shows a murderer Protected and escorted by the police And isn't that the most ****** up part? My broken shard shows a murderer Protected and escorted by the police And no one can tell them apart I've forgotten the names I've forgotten the faces I've forgotten the number of people of color killed by cops in this ******* country Because there have been too many And a new soul joins the list almost daily I don't remember their faces But I see them in my shards How do so many white people Think it isn't our fault?
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Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
Emanuel
Don't you know I am a mirror? But my handlers didn't handle me too well Ignoring fragile this side up, They dropped me on my head And naturally, I shattered Had I been alive, I guess I'd now be dead. A shard of me is trapped in Charleston Caged in by a terrorist Hatred and racism rattle the bars What the **** do they mean When they insist they do not see it? My broken shard shows a murderer Protected and escorted by the police And isn't that the most ****** up part? My broken shard shows a murderer Protected and escorted by the police And no one can tell them apart I've forgotten the names I've forgotten the faces I've forgotten the number of people of color killed by cops in this ******* country Because there have been too many And a new soul joins the list almost daily I don't remember their faces But I see them in my shards How do so many white people Think it isn't our fault?
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Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
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