| Violence imposed with max severity
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| Plagued by misery we can’t give up the ghost
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| When all you know in life is partiality
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| You flee so easily from pillar to the post
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| We’ll hold the line as beatings grow
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| And possibilities of fatalities
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| One day those victimized will revolt
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| Against a world that views them as less
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| Exposing all they know through a lens the stories told
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| Viralized with no end
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| Silent eyes awake to see official crime
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| By those that we rely, deceiving their own kind
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| Whispers once low, now they shout what matters most
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| Streaming evidence confirms what we have known
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| They tow the lies, it’s no surprise
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| Dividing us in hopes of disharmony
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| One day those victimized will revolt
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| Against a world that views them as less
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| Exposing all they know
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| Through a lens the stories told
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| My children live in a different world
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| And I hold myself to blame
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| As they redefine accountability
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| How can I ever know what’s good for you
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| When our faces are obscured by a screen
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| We need to touch, we need to feel, we need to hear
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| Or is it all just a dream
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| My children live in a different world
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| And I hope it’s not too late
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| As they’re taught to love with humility |