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Knowledge Has No Color


Where I'm from people descriminate

Its ashame how much they hate

All because I'm not white

They look at me with such fright

I'm just an ordinary boy with so much joy

I have so much knowledge for people to enjoy

But all because of my skin color I'm denied the opportunity

Every time it happens I always ask where's the unity

I'm more than just my skin color I'm a unique wok of art

And to the average person by the sound of my voice you couldn't tell us apart

I'm made with the same great intentions as you

So what makes me different from you

All I ask for is a chance that's fair to share my knowledge

And to show the world why I'm Gods number protege

 

 

 
 
 
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