if I were not black
I would probably be white
would I be a racist
would I hate black people
would I think we're equal
would I be high society
I would probably be
a Caucasian living up
in the Appalachian
mountains thinking
I'm high and mighty
The Immortal Wize
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mlowe5 says: Damn! A vitiligo reflection o class bigotry! Peace and Love |
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2b2b2 says: Tight.....thanks for sharing, matters of fact.....ONE |
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