power to the people waving flags and shit
its another generation heading north
marching strong past hatred racially united
as divided as a nation on the fourth
its the simplicity of a clenched up fist
it’s the futile implications of the fight
and when we all got together seemingly excited
we decided there’s no color in the night
the sun comes up
the music blares
the windows down
in hope we stare
cause its time. we’ll finally be fine.
on a cold plain day on the steps of change
stand refreshed because our confidence is wealth
fuel the fire with desire its the progress in our minds
the time is ripe for him to nurse us back to health
and when tomorrow comes we’ll speak our minds
feeling pressure from the rising tide of hope
just as the river cut through rock, we walk in footprints from the past
good morning.
hope this headache doesn’t last.
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in the headphones:
young jeezy - my president is black
"my president is black, my lambo's blue, and i'll be goddamned if my rims aint too"
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