Revolutionary and Civil War
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Strip me of my pride, all the lies been synthesize, been over looked,
i been tooked, repromised of my pride.
Done in the dark comes to light and a thousand black women march in pain,
hoping not to go in vein,
Side by side,
In the earth's deep hold,
Soldiers who've died,
Their stories untold.
At once time they clashed,
But those fights have long passed,
Now they lay together,
With iron pen, our great nation
had been established and founded,
13 colonies, all elated;
Britain, astounded.
America, the land which I'm speaking;
its forefathers pronounce,
