LYRIC FOR SALE

By Teresea

Tragedy after tragedy, what to be said
Tragedy after tragedy, another one of us is dead
Never mind when they say,
In the end, good guys always win
that shit ain't true

When your color not the right one,
no knife, no gun, you still have to run
Keep standing up to get the respect
They keep killing us

Take us back, back when they swipe us on our back
when they hung us by the neck
when they made our sons look up at that,
and he saw they had no respect

Tragedy after tragedy, what to be said
tragedy after tragedy, another one of us dead.
Tragedy after tragedy, keep on fighting for respect
After all these years, they still don't want to give us that.