Print

Would you knock a man down if you don't like the cut of his clothesCould you put a man away if you dno't want to hear what he knowsWell it's happening right here people dying of fear by the drovesAnd I know most of youEither don't believe it's true,Or else you don't know what to doOr maybe I'm singing about you,Who knows.It's incredibly sick, you can feel it, as across the land it flowsPrejudice is slick when it's a word game, it festers and grows,Move along quick, it furthers one to have somewhere to goYou can feel it as it's rumblin'Let emotions keep a tumblin'Then as cities start to crumblin'Mostly empty bellies grumblin'Here we goPeople see somebody different fear is the first reaction shownThen they think they've got him licked the barbaric hunt begins and they move in slowA human spirit is devoured the remains left to carrion crowI was told that life is changeAnd yet history remains,Does it always stay the sameDo we shrug it off and sayOnly God knowsBy and by, somebody usually goes down to the ghettoTry and help but they don't know why folks treat them coldLetras de cancionesAnd the rich keep getting richer and the rest of us just keep getting old.You see one must have a missionIn order to be a good ChristianIf you don't you will be missingHigh Mass or the evening showAnd the well fed masters reap the harvests of the polluted seeds they've sown,Smug and self-righteous they bitch about people they owe,And you can't prove them wrong, they're so God damn sure they knowI have seen these things with my very own eyes and defended my battered soul,It must be too tough to die,American propaganda, South African liesWill not force me to take up arms, that's my enemies' pride,Ands I won't fight by his rules that's foolishness besides,His ignorance is gonna do him in and nobody's gonna cry,Because his children they are growing upWith bigots and their silver cupsThey're fed up, they might throw upOn you From Letras Mania