Human

The wrong time to pledge support
A long line to beg for more

You bend the rules to gain high ground
And feign your arms being held down
You poor, white-privileged fool

When you say "all," you mean "white"
Your compassion begs for the fight
Your vision is lacking sight

You bend the rules to gain high ground
And feign your arms being held down
You poor, white-privileged fool

There's a fork in the road
You pass it every day
It's where you find who you are
It's where you choose what to say
Your mind is limiting thought
Your humanity's lost



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