The tears that were cried

Right before your grandma died

You take for granted 

The blood she poured

So you can be adored 

Yet you still mistake it

Many sacrifices made 

500 years a slave 

But you still dig your grave 

The tears that were cried 

Right before your grandma died

Are in vain for you’ve died

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