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He had a dream, yes, I'm talkin bout Dr. King

He dreamed that blacks and whites, would get together in unison

When Crow laws was wrote and stated 

These classes was segregated

Blacks and whites up in different,

Schools became administrated 

 

The system was Renegaded 

A struggle was made and aided

For equal opportunity education for Blacks

We have waited 

A storm was over, we made it

The time has come we awaited

This path we thought we created

We waited and prayed 

That our time would come 

I guess it was fated

 

That debt we, repaid

They tried to deflate it

Instead we inflated, with

Hopes and dreams of a nation

We demonstrated our patience

Our future may have been was Jaded

No more clouds, we arent shaded

The sun is shinning bright, a nigga glad that we made it 

 

 

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