everyday our brothers die

everyday our mothers cry

our black women have given up their hopes and dreams

no longer searching for the light

for they have found life in bloody streams…

everyday we lose our sons

to this devilish civilization

that has played tricks on the mind of our young

everyday there’s a war outside these doors

and our men lace up with drugs and guns just to face these wars

giving their lives for this so called paradise

of skyscraping buildings, concrete streets

a white picket fence, with grass and an apple tree

everyday the poor remains poor

eating out the trash

getting cash from the cans

they’ve collected during the storm

while the rich sit upon their thrones

everyday our brothers die

everyday our mothers cry

why oh why…

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