hiding in shadows, reaching out desperately
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there's no culture no belief
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conditioned egos
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days of pestilence and greed
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incubating our disease
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mother, father doing fine
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dinner is at the table
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mute the TV, uncork the wine
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separation from the mind
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softly sing this lullaby
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newborns in their cradles clawing as they cry and shout
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because the bottom is falling out
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workers strike, locked in factories
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so that you and I could feel free
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they fell with pride, reclaimed this city's streets
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'86 cut in half the work week
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It's our culture friend, they want you to forget it
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it's our common strand, history taken for granted
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takes resilience now to bounce back up when you hit the ground
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Finding Color In Grey People
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| The Honor System |
