They were all the same, those boys
The ones you watched
The ones on the corner, on the cars, on the stoop
With those hood-brother attitudes
Strolling the streets
Looking for trouble…you said
They were all the same, those boys
The ones you followed
The ones that were bangin', and jammin', and hangin'
Talkin' loud, talkin' proud
With those hoodies on
Looking to start something…you said
Yea, they were all the same, those boys
The ones you stalked
Some young, some old
Some friend, some foe
Some wise, some foolish
Trying to survive, be alive
But looking to vandalize,
criminalize,
terrorize...you said
They were all the same, those boys
The ones you shot
Those colored boys
Those black boys
Those nigga boys
Their hands up in the air,
asking “Why?”
begging "Please!"
screaming "NO......!"
Yea, they were all the same, those boys
The ones you killed
The ones strewn in the street
With twisted limbs and broken bones
Blood pooling around their dead bodies
And their mamas calling out their names
What’s a few dead ones lying around
When they are all the same
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