| They matter here, they matter here
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| They matter here, they matter here
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| They matter here
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| Marcus, Martin, Malcolm X
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| Biggie, Pac, Big L forever
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| Trayvon Martin, Emmett Till
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| When you black they shoot to kill
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| When you black you live with limits
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| Life and death is both a sentence
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| Innocents still doing time
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| Punishments should fit the crime
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| My people dyin'
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| They matter here
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| They matter here
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| They can never have one slice of pie
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| 'Cause their hunger never satisfied
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| You can never have peace on your land
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| When the title to it is in their hand
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| Their Bible tell 'em that they can
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| What it doesn’t say, they write it in
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| Welcome to the White House where they write out your accomplishments
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| And write 'bout your repressive succeses when I shout
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| They cover up, they plant the drugs
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| Assassinate your character, oh, he a thief, oh, he a thug
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| Tell me, what was J. Edgar Hoover or them KKK shooters
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| Oklahoma rooters, Flint water polluted
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| In a MAGA cap playin' the Trump card, backtrack
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| You get your facts from the Fox News junkyard
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| genocide, politricks
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| Tend to die by twenty-six
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| By forty-five, a senior citizen
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| Scenes they put us in, yellow-taped out, white chalk
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| They die, our alibi is fake, they couldn’t make out
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| Still fit the description, officer, please listen
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| My life matters, I wind up missin' momma gon' trip, dang
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| They matter here
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| They matter here
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| Bury her son, she shouldn’t, bury my son, I will not
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| Hands up, please don’t shoot, killshot |