no.11: MORRISEY.

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convicted.
conflicted.
and condemned.
here we go again.

mark day one since I've been thrown in this cell

i'm angry and all that's on my mind is raisin' some hell

i've been beaten and was shoved since the day i was brown

who knew i'd become a statistic cause i'd watch the tv and frown

can't believe it's my own race that we're killing

if there's a rhyme without reason what the f*ck am i feeling

my f*cking balls y'all think are too big for me?

to you and the world we're just imaginary
until we step outta line and cross your white boundary
no, i'm not spreading hate; this sh*t's for humanity
i dare you to give me a death like Emmet's; one where i'm burning
why don't you beat my face to the ground like Sandra then cut up the rest of me?

watch them leave my name out of history.

the world turns everyday, but nothing is changing
tell me, 59 years ago was the color of my skin worth hanging?
twenty nine years old, a father out here gang banging
on this same land, i see the slave's blood staining.

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