Once upon the blood of many We were cast as less than any To so much a point some still believe Smaller scene, a world much bigger Where it's okay to play with the word "nigger" Yet would we knowing all the grief and death it breeds But that was some years ago When we had more hope than money A time and a world ago When our hearts were made of steel Back then it was all about Stamping all the hatred out So that now there would be no doubt Who wouldn't have to heal But why if so long ago We're seen safe only when funny As if there's no need to show Deep inside what we really feel Yet those things when brought to view Seem to bother but a few No if we don't come for real Our wounds won't heal Black silhouettes used as target practice There's Darkie Toothpaste borne out of this malice These stereotypical images come to mind Figurines, mascots, postcards of us hanging Most recent here, of one of us dragging The propaganda machine must tell the truth This time stop lying But that was some years ago When we had more hope than money A time and a world ago When our hearts were made of steel Back then it was all about Stamping all the hatred out So that now there would be no doubt Who wouldn't have to heal But why if so long ago We're seen safe only when funny As if there's no need to show Deep inside what we really feel Yet those things when brought to view Seem to bother but a few No if we don't come for real Our wounds won't heal But that was some years ago When we had more hope than money A time and a world ago When our hearts were made of steel Back then it was all about Stamping all the hatred out So that now there would be no doubt Who wouldn't have to heal Oh, what if so long ago We're seen safe only when funny As if there's no need to show Deep inside what we really feel Yet those things when brought to view Seem to bother but a few No if we don't come for real Our wounds won't heal No if we don't come for real Our wounds won't heal Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com