Black People
Thugs in the street with their pants hung low
White T's and Tims with two golds in the front row
Philly fades or braids, du-rags, and fitted hats
Sweat towls around the neck
Baseball caps turned to the back
See some people would call them hoodrats
because of where they live at
Not knowing the situation
Seeing the problem
Or trying to give back
Instead they just judge the book by it's cover
Instead of calling the book your brother
See if we don't stick together
And if we don't love each other
And stop calling us women B's and Hoes
for we all know that's not the way love goes
So black people lets take a stand
Reach out and touch your brothers hand
Lets make this world an equal place
Because we've proved that we can
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