The First
Integration, integration we was the first blacks to prave the nation with our dedication we made it a better nation, but who knew, how much suffering you would do, who knew have these people would truly treat you, not you,not me, to ask you to go in blind so that you may change the time, but sweetie who knew you would change history too,who knew that it would always be you
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