Right
So its right?
It's right to kill?
It's right to murder?
It's right to steal?
On what?
What did I do?
What did he do?
The boy that's apart of me
That's apart of you
So tell me
I want to know.
Why was it your right to kill him
Did he call you a name?
Spit in your face?
Did he come at you
With such malice and mace
No...
He says to me straight in the eye
He is a colored man
And for that he will die.
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