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Still in high school So I can't really pledge for anything yet I don't even pledge my allegiance for my country Why don't we have a pledge for the broke, the scared, and the hungry?
 My skin is brown so you call me blackThey aint happy when it’s nappy, ain't that a factYou claim my brothers are hoodlums and hoodrats You judge us because of our choice of words and tatsWhen you see us you grab your pocket and bring your wife an
I feel it in your voice I sense it in your stare I taste it in your tears, a battle fought for countless years
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