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We in a state of emergency because of government treachery
blame planes in flames on laden when it's them that we watching misdirecting society placing limits on privacy contemplating our fate trapped in this military state grab your guns and relate or we gone exit with grace got the world in chaos the soul-less living like robots transforming brothers like go-bots Black populations decreasing but penitentiaries increasing new millennium slavery kill more brothers than rabies like little Black girls having babies with nobody to raise ‘em while we worried ‘bout bombs who gone save these young moms this stuff is making me bug nowadays its cool to be thug can't walk the streets without heat if you do you gone sleep they say divided we fall but united we stand let's get together and plan or we gone lose scared land Black leaders slandered and slain can't let their death's be in vain to much heartache and pain to keep going against the grain stop smoking weed to maintain let's sustain and remain forever strong Black Kangs From the sticks the bricks let's break bread and stack chips Vote for this poem
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