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Claude McKay is just as relevant as Kendrick Lamar or we are free to name the fallen

 However,if we die
hunted
and penned
to the ground

Let your fists
rise up

In Anger
In Protest
In One Last Attempt
to take control of your
body
That has been trampled over

You
have taken your last breath
It is still seen as resistance
So
they put another bullet into your
heart.

Praise
the blood that was shed over your white robe
and you ain't even got to heaven yet

Listen
to the sound of the wind
Seeping from the wound in your chest

Marvel
at it
let it take you over

Your eyes roll back
The last vision you get to see is rubber

Tire
Boot

Through the grit of your teeth
Saliva skipping
From your lips
Parted grace

Yes Sir
yessir
yessum
I can name the fallen

It's too hard to be a god
So we tried to be
kings

But
when fighting a revolution
thrones are useless

So we switched it up to podiums

[names of the fallen]

podiums are just as fatal as guns
so we switched it up to the
Streets

[names of the fallen]

The streets were watching
So we switched it up to
tables
break
bread
and name the fallen

[names of the fallen]

I could name the fallen
But everybody know the one in front of the gun lives forever

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