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I could never be themThough my blood is just as redAnd we all grieve our belovedThat end up just as deadI can feel the angerAt the old atrocitiesBut I know it's not the sameKnowing it wouldn't have happened to meAnd I'm no good with cheap sloganeeringAbout making dreams come trueThe answer is somewhere at the foot of the crossHowever hard we've tried to make it untrueI remember McDuffie and how I had to stay homeNot understanding why because I also thought those cops were wrongUntil later I caught myself laughing at my friends' racist jokesMe the adult white male, I finally grew upAnd so the drugs enslave with the laws that imprisonState sponsored plantations disguised and hiddenAnd I don't want to fear a man anymoreBut then when one of them knocks at my door
I could never be themThough my blood is just as redAnd we all grieve our belovedThat end up just as deadI can feel the angerAt the old atrocitiesBut I know it's not the sameKnowing it wouldn't have happened to meAnd I'm no good with cheap sloganeeringAbout making dreams come trueThe answer is somewhere at the foot of the crossHowever hard we've tried to make it untrueI remember McDuffie and how I had to stay homeNot understanding why because I also thought those cops were wrongUntil later I caught myself laughing at my friends' racist jokesMe the adult white male, I finally grew upAnd so the drugs enslave with the laws that imprisonState sponsored plantations disguised and hiddenAnd I don't want to fear a man anymoreBut then when one of them knocks at my door
 
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