2015
The year is 2015
And for some people they're living the dream
But yet why do I feel like we went back in time to 1965
I'm an African American girl that's seventeen and I'm trying to survive
While my brothers and sisters are being murdered in their cells and on the streets
And all the while we'll keeping chanting no justice, no peace
Now I may be young but I'm certainly not foolish
All these absences of indicments it's leaving me clueless
It doesn't matter if you're twelve or forty-three
Yelling hands up don't shoot or I can't breathe
Because the police don't care who you are or your name
To them your just another African American slain