Liberty, she's black and white, but lacks the beauty of color.
Her father was white, and black was her mother.
Her father under pressure, up and left her.
Doesn't claim her, her mother blames her.
She's quite equal to none,
the blacks hate her,
because they think she is a product of a trader.
Whites disable her because they're afraid of what she is create of.
Two worlds can't come together, they both think they are better.
But with clouded minds,
can't nobody see the sun in this ignorant weather.
Liberty gets offended at the white people,
she gets tired of trying to defend the black people.
Behind her back, the black people use and abuse her,
and this is why they tend to lose her.
White people call her a loser,
because she is the best and they are scared of losing her.
So they lie to her, into thinking she is nothing of herself,
deep down in their soul,
they know liberty is not white or black.
She is merely gold.
And she is the only one in both worlds,
who can let the enlighten truth unfold.
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