Clenched Fists, Black Eyes
I don't feel that prejudice,Can't see divided lines.
To me we are all just the same,
Our difference in our souls and minds.
You tell me that the difference,
Is red, brown, black and white.
A world of such variety,
To you becomes an excuse for hate.
(Chorus)
We've gotta learn, have hope, unite
And care enough to end this fight.
You're hating with no real insight,
And burning crosses in the night.
A hundred years of barriers,
Yet still we can't see fit
To bring about world unity
And learn to live with it.
Now I'm not just complaining
And I won't preach to anyone,
But we should think about it
'Cos this war has not just begun.
(Repeat Chorus)
Losowe piosenki:
Till U Get Enough
Please Look Away
Flammen
We Right Here
Shit Can Happen
Commotion
Imminent War
Missing You