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Your patriotic cries pierce my ears, loud and resounding. But I am deaf. Everyone gets a piece of the pie; liberty, justice, but I am left with scraps- burnt pie crust and expired fruit filling.
Some white guy cooked up the idea that Americans bleed red, white and blueFrankly speaking, that just isn't true.I've seen so many Americans bleed,On the Internet, on tvAnd let me tell you there's red in the streets
The color of one’s skin Is not where they begin There should be no racism We’re all human A gender is a gender
I'm tired of looking at the human race in the eyes To see death, poverty, abuse all covered up by lies We told ourselves it wouldn't happen again But it never stopped my fellow men