Next month, sixty nine years
In the land of the free and brave
And i can’t feel the pain no more
Too many marches petitions and protest
Too much blood spilled
Too many lives taken
And i can’t feel the pain no more
Urban explosions, riots, rebellion
Reactions, poverty, pain and death
Morning, noon, night and evening
And I can’t feel the pain no more
Always the target, victim, cause or reason
The one always forgiving
Target, shot in the back, face and front
Does Black lives matter?
Now you believe me, validated by social media
Too late for me
I can’t feel the pain any more
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