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Race Card
You ask indignantly, why must I go there — mucking around ... bumping up the sound You say I’m just trying to be a troublemaker, and you place a sure bet that trouble is all I’m gonna get If I keep playing the race card, playing the race card Keep using the black spade, digging up dirt in the legal courtyard But, I must use the race card, use that black spade card Getting to the hidden truth buried deep is hard What have we got to lose, we were told It was a hard speech, ` given what my people is owed We lost everything: our native home, our native tongue Our God-given name Whited bones of human degradation lay in this cemetery of history Beneath that rotting soil, somewhere lay my stolen heritage For truth’s sake, I must know where it’s hid So I went and searched — Behind a plantation house of cards, buried beneath the slave quarters ... my race to the truth has led me there Why must I go there? If you were holding the same losing, marked card I’ve held, would you then care?
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