He had a habit of hands above Breathe Wait Practiced instructions on how to be Sir Please He didn’t do anything at all Break End Maybe it’s a definable flaw Bred Heir Maybe it’s a correctable sin Say Mend Link the hatred to the melanin Quake Quell
Lock, stock, hide your kids and run Let’s just give everybody guns I want to see how good I really am inside Hug, cry, send your thoughts and prayers Remain completely unaware And maybe God will try again when we’re gone
I never thought I’d have to say that Nazis are bad I thought that was understood I thought the KKK was for history books For dark corners and secret forums But that was naive That was my privilege You’ve given them a place at the table You’ve told them that hate works That some of … More For All
