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We The People

We the people. 

We the hidden 

We the haunted 

We the strong

We the suffering

We your muse.

We you abuse.

We black as night 

and yellow as sun.

We you fight and

shoot with gun. 

We the enslaved.

We the saved.

We the weary.

We the tired.

We the DJ.

We the MC.

We the people 

not as seen on TV.

We who wear da mask.

We the stripped down.

We who rise up.

We who challenge.

We who write.

We who pray.

We who slay.

We the invisible.

We the unimaginable.

We who bother to be unbothered.

We whose magic scares those with power.

We who grow amidst rubble like a beautiful flower.

We the brown.

We the crown.

We the dark.

We who spark.

We the love.

We your hate.

We who get shot down and still dare to be great.

We who you imitate.

We who never get a clean slate.

We who create.

We who are never safe.

We who toil.

Skin the colors of beautiful soil.

We who rise and we who fall.

We expected to smile and forgive through it all.

We the freedom.

We the light.

We the people.