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his color was his curse that almost landed him in a hearse

his night started easy only ending up worse

white cops a black man not a good sight

in the end it wasnt't even a fair fight

they kicked him and punched him and jumped him for just being black

they might as well been the kkk on a midnight attack

that was just one man there are so many more out there

police sodomizing and raping them in a bathroom

with billy clubs and broom stick handles

blood soaked shorts and torn up sandles

on the job an hispanic cop pulls out his gun to stop a theif

only to get shot down by a white officer's cheif

they say it doesn't exist anymore but yet we ignore all the racisim for sure

white folks can speed and white folks can lie 

the minority can't cry or even try just shut up and die

it's a unspoken truth that casts a dark shadow in our lives

stories we tell to our childen and wives

in the line to the soup kitchen we all stand in shame

bet you never thought this was part of the game

color really has no meaning or description

when we bleed we all run red

where do you stand

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