I could never be them
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Though my blood is just as red
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And we all grieve our beloved
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That end up just as dead
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I can feel the anger
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At the old atrocities
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But I know it's not the same
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Knowing it wouldn't have happened to me
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And I'm no good with cheap sloganeering
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About making dreams come true
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The answer is somewhere at the foot of the cross
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However hard we've tried to make it untrue
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I remember McDuffie and how I had to stay home
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Not understanding why because I also thought those cops were wrong
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Until later I caught myself laughing at my friends' racist jokes
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Me the adult white male, I finally grew up
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And so the drugs enslave with the laws that imprison
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State sponsored plantations disguised and hidden
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And I don't want to fear a man anymore
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But then when one of them knocks at my door
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One Of Them
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| Frank's Enemy |
