As you strike the match to a mattress
to burn down the row of stores
as you throw that bottle towards the row of police
evil spills from your pores
You point your finger at the white man
four more on the hand pointing at you
Blame it on the black man ?
your own hatred's bleeding through
What are you doing in the streets anyway
do your kids know where you are ?
Or is it your kids out there in the riot somewhere
reflecting who you really are
Hatred is flowing over like a toilet in
the subway bathroom stall
Or is that just a reflection in the bowl of you
answering to the call
Anybody want to add a verse............?
Though I know we've made it hard for you, you shine brightly like new money.
I'm grateful to the Lord for you, you'll always be my honey.
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