United States

The propaganda they crack but I ain't buying/

Blues beat the blacks, black and blue so red they lie in/

Watch the news it ain't nothing new, my people still suffering/

We kneel down but what we do when we get back up again?/

And I just want to live/

I'm a simple man I don't ask for much but what do I get/

The whole world on my shoulders and a long road to lift/

Trying to maintain, tell me who can help a kid?


This poem is about: 
My community
My country


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