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Brown skin, white palms, my hair is dark and always nappy I struggle to thrive in a world designed to keep me unhappy I go to school the teachers think that I'm breaking rules
I grew up in America, America the beautiful. But somehow along the way things changed, I do not recognize my country now. I miss her more every day.
Oh, say can't you see? I must fight for my life. I'll escape from this hell, dodging blows from your beatings. I will never be free to walk out through the night. I'd be tossed in a cell,
See my reflection on your white skin You shout "Reciprocated racism!" No. Stop. Listen. These are the effects of our cause The results of oppression
does that star spangeled banner yet wave o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? how ironic that we are not free nor are we brave run by a government who are cowards and steal from others
The Amerikkkan flag with its colors so vibrant Red for the billions of victims they silenced Blue as the oceans we crosed And as white as the policemen's skin responsible for the people I lost
I burned the American Flag. Literally. I burned the American Flag and I recorded it on video.