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Does it really matter What color you are; Where you're born, That you've come far, What belief you hold on the afterlife. Did you live in luxury, Where you steeled in strife. Our babies grasp onto our backs, Stroke their cheeks, See them react. Tap my knee, My leg will kick; Show your teeth, I'll snarl back. That's how I survive. I like to stay alive. I have many tribes. I plan tomorrow, Should it not arrive, I'll leave life knowing, I stayed alive.
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
Stayin' Alive
Does it really matter What color you are; Where you're born, That you've come far, What belief you hold on the afterlife. Did you live in luxury, Where you steeled in strife. Our babies grasp onto our backs, Stroke their cheeks, See them react. Tap my knee, My leg will kick; Show your teeth, I'll snarl back. That's how I survive. I like to stay alive. I have many tribes. I plan tomorrow, Should it not arrive, I'll leave life knowing, I stayed alive.
francie-lynch
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
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