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Here we are under these particular stars |
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Here we stand Victorian |
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Where the white folk can grow to no so |
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Very little about the black folk |
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The same folk who rightfully own |
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This piece of beauty that we call our home |
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Well negativity is often heard from society |
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With conviction they preach |
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Not even knowing of whom they speak |
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I guess it's each to there own |
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Those that want to will know |
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I guess it's each to there own |
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Because from the top the views are old and grey |
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Well I feel so ashamed |
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Of this system and these ways |
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The tiny hearts that lead our nation |
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And tiny minds that let them in |
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And I see your confusion |
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I see your pain |
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I see your pain and your confusion |
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And there's still some with my skin |
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Who still try and hide the reason |
