Under the overpass

Amongst the underclass

Is the order of the last chance

The people who didn’t get a second glace

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It’s an epidemic, I know

Ask them and they’ll show

The scars from the bars

And the hate from the state

Just because they spoke up

Now they’re all broke up

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Along the urban streets

Come the sounds and the beats

Of the angry and the pissed

The people who’ll raise their fists

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We’ll fight for what is right

But when all rights are wrong

What are we to do

We’ll raise our voices

We’ll make our choices

And reap just what we sew

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(Note: I wrote this a long time ago, so its nothing fresh)