Hate, fear, and prejudice, pride
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holds their soul. Black, white in
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blood red, death takes its toll.
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Isolated, segregated, forced beneath
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your hand. Dominated prisoners,
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slaves in their own land
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Afrikaan, white Afrikaan, black
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backs to the wall. Afrikaan, white
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Afrikaan, soon your sword will fall,
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one year, two years, maybe none at all!
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Diamond hearts in golden prisons
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bow to pale Gods. Justification
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done with facade. You built a mighty
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empire by the sweat of other men.
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When they stop their work, what
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will happen then?
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Through the streets the childern
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march, freedom is their song. Soon
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the victory will be won, I know it
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won't be long. In the township God
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is dying, slumped against a tree.
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When you crush the least of these
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you do it unto me!
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Injustice
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| Crashdog |
