Back
in the old days
The
old folks will tell
They
don't have issues on race and religion
Everyone
lived in a true one race
Every
race could play and mix
They
could call each other names
Nobody
would feel offended
It
was a game the old folks knew
It
was after May 13
Things
or events would change
One
race was given a leg up
Together
with benefits to live
The
decades gone by
The
addiction became worst
Until
today they needed more
Else
they can't get high
Back
in the old days
It
has become a distance memory
The
good old ways have gone for good
Today
we see the worst of race relations
The
addicts will shout of glory
In
numbers they think they can
But
God is knowing and seeing
They
better kick the habit and change
Before
it is too late for them
Without
a basic foundation to stand
Nothing
will succeed but failures
Nobody
wants it to happen
Back
in the old days
The
stories of friendship
Nothing
about race and religion
They
could sit together sing and eat
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