A race
Feeling bad
When facing the truth
It hides in the hoods
Live through easy way
No need to sweat for it
Show the tantrums
Everything must stop
Feeling bad
Tomorrow seems broken
There is no spirit of change
Only wants to live in the cave
A race
Can't stand the truth
A majority in numbers
It will not strike gold
Feeling bad
Willing to be made fools
When will a race ever learn?
Until in economy colonialism?
A race
Feeling bad
Facing the truth
They show tantrums
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