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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