In the states There's a problem with race
Because of ignorant past burned fires
From evolution We've been killing each other
I figure man should have it down to a science
No chance Not for a minute
Not for a second I won't be defensive
I'm straight out in my opinion
You'd better listen to a man who knows what he is saying
I've seen your side
You run and hide for the mere fact that you feel inferior
Be superior And know your interior
(Pre) Race, pride, prejudice Black man, white man
No stand Live in the past
We make it last A hated mass
No solution Mind pollution For revolution
(Chorus) So low behold my eyes
This land of fools will rise
No good For no one
You blame oppression and play the role of criminals
To rape and burn show progress is minimal
White hoods and militants you know it's such a pity
Living, breathing Violence in your city
If one man Had one home In one world
Held live alone without variety
Full of anxiety No one to point at, question Or even talk to
in his private grave
No matter what color
He wouldn't be saved from hell
He dwells
A closed mind playing the part of prison cells
(Pre) (Chorus)
compositores: DARRELL LANCE ABBOTT, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO, REX BROWN, REX ROBERT BROWN, VINCENT PAUL ABBOTT
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