| I heard 'em say, that my good friend
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| Was black and poor
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| I heard 'em say, that if we talked
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| The shoot him more
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| I said we might look reckless
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| But we’re not helpless
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| We may look ragged, because we have been torn
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| We’re not afraid, of your kind, yeah
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| Anymore
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| I heard 'em say, that if we leave
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| They should lock the door
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| I heard 'em say, they could do
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| What they done before
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| I said we might look reckless
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| But we’re not helpless
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| We may look ragged, because we have been torn
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| We’re not afraid, of your kind, yeah
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| Anymore
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| Now this man, took my hands
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| And tied them up
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| Then he drug, my good friend
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| Behind his truck
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| I said I might look worthless, but I’m not helpless
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| I may look ragged, because I have been torn
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| I’m still not afraid, of your kind yeah
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| Anymore |