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The Question

Remember my grandpas
Who dug their own graves
At the will of the white man
Cause they were called slaves

Remember my papas
Who came up with jazz
But now it’s the music
That every man has

Remember my brothers
Who tried to be free
You never did let them
Far I could see

Look at us now
You still better than we?
I’ll tell you something
You best ‘member me

I won’t act no more
Now I am free
We’re finally equal
So why don’t you see?





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