I live in a world with blood stained memorials of young black men,
There is blood on our government's hands, and they don't give a damn.
While there's thousands of us dying in the streets, crying justice and peace,
They're getting richer and sending in swat teams.
George Floyd, Bothom jean, Those men were innocent,
George was shopping, and Bothom was eating ice cream.
There will never be peace for us, and justice is a fever dream.
If there is no justice, there is no peace.
The president wears a crown of thorns and sits on a throne made of the dead,
And the police would rather spread violence and bloodshed.
There is no peace left in this dried up carcass of a world, and we've known that.
It is less dangerous to be white than it is to be hispanic or black.
The government sits on candy coated doped up lies while we are dying,
And the virus is killing us by the thousands in a day.
America has always been corrupt, home of the free, land of the brave.
There is blood on our streets, staining women and children.
We will never truly be free, so we must burn it all down.
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