James Waters Biography

How can you hate me for the color of my skin?
Because I am short or tall or fat or thin
How can you hate me because of my race?
Do we not all have a human face?
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I beat my tambourine
On the corner everyday
To earn a scrap of coin
And send my message on its way
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It started with a thought
A pen and a blank page
Slowly the ink flowed
And released my hidden rage
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Tick tock tick tock
Time ticks away
Soon will come the end
Of another hate filled day
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We the arrogant, the vile and the mean
We the wretched, the quiet unseen
We the aristocrat, the chosen elite
We the dirt, the dust on your feet
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