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"Salute To Dallas"


"Salute To Dallas"

Two brothers killed by police again
A few protests, but no nationwide outrage
Five cops shot dead in the Lone Star state
All week it's been on every papers' front page
They kill us when we resist arrest
They kill us when we comply
They killed Freddie Gray and Sandra Bland
My people protest, but they as why
The sad thing is that this is nothing new
We've seen this so many times before
They've been lynching us one way or another
Since we were brought to America's shores
They choked a brother for selling loosies
Shot another 16 times for carrying a knife
They have all the guns that money can buy
But swear they're always in fear of their life
They all take oaths to "serve and protect"
But for Black people that's not the case
We are wrongly profiled and executed
And it's obviously all about race
It's open season and we're the game
They are hunting us like it's a sport
We can't get charges brought or Grand Jury indictments
There is no justice for us in these courts
So I dedicate this to the brother in Dallas
Who decided to take bold stand
I salute you my brother, with my right arm up
Saying "Black Power", making a fist with my right hand.

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