| I know that this is a real sensitive subject
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| And you might not even think that I shouldn’t speak on it
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| So whenever God reveals something to me
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| We gotta do somethin' about it
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| Let’s erase it…
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| I’m seein' the oppression of the people some police
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| Ain’t even legal
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| But they got the public scared
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| To go an' shout it from the steeple
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| I’ma go an' say it
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| Coz I can no longer take it
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| I’ve been known to cross the states
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| And I’ve witnessed that racial hatred
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| You can can go and hate it
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| You can choose to embrace it
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| It’s rippin' my heart
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| Naked
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| Coz the topic here is sacred
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| And it’s clear facts
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| But this world ain’t tryna hear facts
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| The Masons and the Klan is cliqued up tryna kill blacks
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| They keepin' us enslaved
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| But now it’s mentally--got us caged up
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| An' it’s been that way for centuries
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| Modern-day plantations of these mental penitentiaries
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| The way this world is turnin' ain’t never how it was meant to be
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| Go back to Genesis
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| Check out the arch-nemesis
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| He robs us of our peace but he never replenishes
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| He’s the father of every lie in the world
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| And that darkness comin' at us
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| Is disguised as a pearl
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| So pay attention
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| Is it
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| The color of my skin
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| Or my grey easy hair
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| That makes you feel some type of way
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| Or wait you think that it’s okay
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| To push me down
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| But I’m not stayin' on in sighs
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| So let’s erase all this racism
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| And let his truth come free our minds
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| Sevin
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| Brother
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| Yeah
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| For real
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| I’m down to get killed for the real that I’m speakin' in fact
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| You can hate it
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| But it needs to be stated man
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| Jesus was black
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| Check the history
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| You can see with the clearest of proof
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| God is perfect an' deservin' to be worshipped
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| In Spirit an' truth
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| Black boys be callin' me white
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| White boys be callin' me nigga
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| I ain’t fit in man
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| My mixed skin havin' me feelin' disfigured
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| My truthful heritage wuzn’t in encyclopedias
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| I was doomed to inherit what they depict inside the media
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| God!
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| Buffoons dancin' their jig
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| To entertain some whites
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| Sellin' out they own people to live that 'famous' life
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| Perpetuatin' behaviors that cause us pain an' strife
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| Till we rather retain some ice than regain our rights?
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| Albert Pike the masonic leader and the KKK
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| Look up his political ties
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| You’ll see the way they play
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| Systematic genocide of the people of color
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| The Luciferians and Aryans sleep with each other
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| Is it
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| The color of my skin
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| Or my grey easy hair
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| That makes you feel some type of way
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| Or wait you think that it’s okay
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| To push me down
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| But I’m not stayin' on in sighs
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| So let’s erase all this racism
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| And let his truth come free our minds
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| Head up
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| While I’m walkin' in the mall
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| People split like the Red Sea
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| Was it the color that they saw?
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| They clutchin' they purses
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| As if I was young an' thirsty
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| Like my people went on hangin' on branches
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| In front of churches
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| They treat us like colored skin was made of sin
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| And deemed worthless
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| My heart ain’t bad
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| They can’t seem to get past what they see on the surface
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| I tell 'em
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| 'God bless you'
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| And just keep walking with purpose
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| They say
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| 'Get over it'
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| With no relief from the hurtin'
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| Still gettin' pulled over
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| Beaten up
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| Illegally searched
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| And cousin got killed by cops
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| They told his mama
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| They did her a service
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| Three shots to the head
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| Closed casket in the service
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| No one was charged
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| What’s done in the dark
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| Will rise to the surface…
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| We’re still hurtin'
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| Is it
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| The color of my skin
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| Or my grey easy hair
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| That makes you feel some type of way
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| Or wait you think that it’s okay
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| To push me down
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| But I’m not stayin' on in sighs
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| So let’s erase all this racism
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| And let his truth come free our minds
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| I have a dream
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| That one day
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| On the red fields of Georgia
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| The sons of former slaves
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| And the sons of former slave-officers will be able to sit down together at the
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| table of brotherhood
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| I have a dream…
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| My four little children
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| Will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of
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| their skin
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| But by the content of their character
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| I have a dream
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| Every single one of us can make a difference in this world
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| So let’s erase this racism
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| And turn to Christ |