Smoking Gun
One hundred years and more
It's been declared a war
The massacre at wounded knee
It didn't stop with the Native's end
Rage in the south killed three more men
For believing in no bigotry

Before more lives fall to persacution
We must turn the hands of this same old revolution

There's a Smokin Gun laying on the ground
And a trail of blood that leads to nowhere now
Are we blind or just afraid to see
The truth behind the eyes of equility

Red yellow black and white
Different colors with equal rights
It shouldn't be constitutional surgery
One nation under God will fall
It we don't teat down the walls of racial hate
And live in peace and harmony
Before more seeds grow in persacution
We must rid this land of it's destructive evolution