I'm from the east side of America
Where we choose pride over character
And we can pick sides, but this is us
I live on the west side of America
Where they spin lies into fairy dust
And we can pick sides, but this is us
And don't believe the racism
When everyone projects and expects you to listen to 'em

if the arc of this story
is to return to normal
and throw this moment
onto the bonfires of history
to reduce the pain and suffering
Dusk is about to set
Nine months, nine minutes
Can’t cry ’cause I know
what’s to come next

We have lost the opportunity
to illuminate for all future generations
That I built myself, it is my religion
Welcome to the narcissism
Where we're united under our indifference

Mom used to tell
All of Heaven awaits you
a few more minutes
my sweet boy,
then no more memory
my sweet boy.

if the arc of this story is to return to normal
As I lay me down to sleep
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
Fallen ones rest in peace (R.I.P.)
Please, God, watch over me

#Blacklivesmatter

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