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The color of my skin


The color of my skin is golden  

I guess you could say I shine 

once at the back of the bus sat my kind  

until one of us had a dream  

no not one of those uncontious things  

An amazing thing  

that lead us to greatness 

that lead my people to freedom  

it's nice to see how far we've come 

from back then  

way back when 

before I was born 

When my people were scorn

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