Gotta live until I die,
Don’t nobody take me out before my time.
Gunshots in the night
You know this can’t be right.
Listen up, take my hand, help me
When I take my stand.
Gotta rise, gotta sing,
Sing so strong
Drown the sorrow with my song.
Take back the day,
Take back the night.
With our hearts and our voices
We’ll win this fight.
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