I have  been through a war 

Bullets flying pass my face 

Tip toeing around the grenades 

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I lived through the smoke 

bounded by chains

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I have been through it all

Fighting for equality 

Fighting for freedom 

Fighting for life 

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I’ve lived through the protests 

I marched for theirs 

Like I would march for mine

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how dare you

The years, the memories, the knowledge

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You knocked me down

 Cracked them out of me 

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I watched from right above you

As my body went limp 

If my brothers from war 

Could have seen what you did 

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Because we lived through the bullets

We tip toed over the grenades 

But all of your hate

is what took me to my grave 

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