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The light beams in my eyes
Upon my suspected face
I hold no cards it is my race
If I choose to run for me
It is too late I cannot change
My fate in the eyes of hate
Yet why should I wait to be slain
By the same spirit that slew
My ancestors so long ago
Don’t look at me like I don’t know
That I’m in trouble like I do not
Know the outcome we've some
Ways to go to overcome
Justice is blind and ignorance
Sees all of the time with eyes
Filled with flames of hell
Kindled by the devil himself
For this cause I tied my shoes
At the starting point what do I have to lose?
