my color1
i have lied and stolen
i'm beat and broken , lying
here heartbroken there many
people who are broken but they
say we are chosen to live the life of
jesus crhist we all need to stand and fight
listen yeah we are diffent colors on the out side
white and black. but we are all the same on the inside
look through it in gods eyes. we all are what we all see
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