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King’s Red Hill I find myself on King’s red hill, overlooking the words, move or stand still.
I am Emmett Till. I was beaten to death, so how dare you go through everyday life complaining that it's "pure hell". I'd rather be locked up in a jail cell. Or sitting in a classroom not knowing how to spell.
What do you know? Freedom is never free, And often, the law does not bring us liberty, It is the fight that intensifies within, The desire to break the barriers of skin, We will admire those before, but also act,