divided we'll fall. Big surprise, another story on my live feed. A cop shootin' at a youth, hope he don't die, please. On his knees, hands up to the sky, freeze. You might see race, but a death is all that I see. In my conscious I've been caught up in a struggle. It's hard to love myself, when we all barely love each other. Quick to film another hurt, as long as we won't get in trouble It's this distance we create, so we can stay within our bubble. We walk alone, not concerned with if the path is right. The aftermath is tragic, if we only see in black and white. I read between the lines, so maybe Ill perceive a crack of light. Illuminte this after#life, the passive in me has to fight.
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