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The World is so Cold


Rosa Parks made quite a fuss when she didn't move to the back of that bus And what about MLK whose dreams never got washed away I have a dream he said even on his death bed fighting for his people and the nations people Honest Abe was oh so brave as the country divided in two Where were you as MLK stood up for the land and stuck out his hand to his brothers and sisters who got treated so cold by those awful misters And still he rises through the hate and the crulety and still he fights as his house burns down in the day light
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