We Are All Different. We Are One.
We are oppressed
Our thoughts are a sin
We escape the tournment of monarchy
Independence, we are one, we grow, Americans
We are oppressed
Red skins, thrown from our homes, killed by the hundreds
Preserverance, we are strong, we live, Native American
We are oppressed
The color of our skin is a sin, sold, beaten, worked to the bone
Hope is alive, it never died and now equality is the norm, African American
We are American
We never give up, we fight for our rights
Hope Liberty and the Pursuit of Happines
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