I see people purple pink and blue
Lines drawn by color,what will we do
They say I don't see color but I know that's a lie
Oh I'm just colorblind in this era, this time.
What do they say when my people die.
Die by the hands of the law, and by the hands of the people
Gun shots ring boom boom bang
Ripping through the hearts and tearing away lives
I see the tears and the fear in peoples eyes, and see what pain lies

Who is going to be next
Plucked from the tree of life
You say we are free and I know we're not
Still held by chains, pulled down with rocks
Sinking down into a deep dark blue
I still hope and pray for the world to start a new
Walking around in the skin I'm in, but I am not my skin
See us for what we are, people living and breathing
We are not trying to go around and steal your car
Or act real ghetto because that is not who or all we are
Step into my shoes for a day and see how you feel
You would think that is wasn't real
I don't think you could take it
The looks,assumptions,stereotypes
I don't think you could make it.

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