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Color of skin what is it to me
Its a man in his color of skin
Some are white some are black
Some are yellow and some are red
The color of blood is the same you see
Don't be prejudices against me cause
Of the color of my skin
I bleed like you do I hurt when I'm cut
Don't cut me more deeply cause the color
I'm not
A man is a man as you can plainly see
The color of his skin makes do difference
To Me
We live we love we get by
The judgment of skin color
Is atrocious to me
Love me or leave me
Just don't judge me
The color of my skin
Should make no difference to you
I'm good at what I do
And I am not ashamed of my skin
Cause in the end you will die
Just as I and the color of our
skin will soon fade into dust
And what will matter cause
The end is the end
No matter the color of your skin
We will all meet our maker
When our day is done
So careful how you judge the color
Of skin cause when its the end
It won't matter anymore

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