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Let me tell you a story about a mother and her son
and a war fought on native soil; it was the boy who always won
she raised him right, she raised him well, who could've known that he would grow to raise hell?
but history repeats itself and that would only go to prove that time will tell
Still dreaming
Still breathing
Still bleeding
I refuse to turn a blind eye
To a race who calls themselves highly intellectual
the only thing they've help me build are my protective walls
& that makes me so fucking guilty of it too
the lack of acknowledgement is the new golden rule
I may not be on the front line
but I've seen enough to know
that in this life, we're already suffering
there's no need to be so cold
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