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I look at the pale hands and I wonder why the fuck do they try to keep us separated?why are there highways,rivers and sky rises to keep a distancebetween those that matter (supposedly)and those who get swept awayno wonder there is angerno wonder there is hatredmy house won't be a monument to our culturemy life won't follow our historyhow many lies do we have to accept?how much can you take?we can't continue to squeeze people out of the pictureI reject this stupid gameof cowboys and indians From Letras Mania