| Birmingham, 1963…
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| A blue-eyed boy on safe ground just like me…
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| Can you hear those screams comin over that mountain?
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| The sound of supremacy forced on thousands…
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| Can we recall,
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| When hearts haven’t changed at all?
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| And hate reigns in rings of fire,
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| And genocide is still alive…
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| James byrd, can you hear me cryin…
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| A white boy in alabama--head down, tryin…
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| To figure out why they might do it to you…
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| Three up front prowling like animals do…
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| 'string him up behind the truck, fourty miles an hour…
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| Run it red so the nigger can feel your white power…
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| Can we recall,
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| When hearts haven’t changed at all?
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| And hate reigns in rings of fire,
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| And genocide is still alive…
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| In sudan, there’s a western fire burnin,
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| A child’s eyes are wide watchin the barrels turnin…
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| They’ll stake claim inside of your wife and daughter…
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| A bullet in the head for the government’s honor…
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| Can we recall,
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| When hearts haven’t changed at all?
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| And hate reigns in rings of fire,
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| And genocide is still alive…
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| Still alive… |