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I remember being a kid, and a white man called me a "wetback'

I went back to my mom with the word, and said "what's that?'

She asked where I got it from, and cried when she heard

"Why would anyone tell a helpless little boy that word?"

Now that I'm older, and know what it means, it makes me sick

It makes me feel like the blood is being sucked out of me, by a million ticks

Ferguson, Trayvon Martin, and Rodney KIng

Pretty sure, that stuff did not happen In MLK's dream.

Come on, its time for the term "race" to be gone

The amount of time spent on it is way to long

I don't want to be called hispanic anymore, I want to be called "human being"

One color, is the only color I ever want to be seeing.

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