As if there a common enemy in sight
It is never known what is greater terror
Than to be discriminated by your color
Imagine walking on a lonely road
And someone claims that they've been goad
You are silent yet they prey on you
That you're the suspect immediately, in their point of view
So now they speak of their fallen brother
And they revolt in echoes of anger
Now that they have committed violent protest
You act like you're the one oppressed
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