Officers get away
With killing and mistreating us
This needs to be discussed
Rosa didn't sit on that bus
Harriet didn't walk those paths
Our lives are like
Flowers delicate and easy to break
Don't they understand
That everybody makes mistakes?
Martin Luther King didn't peacefully protest
Mandela didn't march
Our lives get taken by officers everyday
And most of the time, they get away.
Our lives are like games to them
Because they always want to play.
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