Black and White

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The air fills with cries a city's on fire
An old familiar story that stands the test of time
Brother and sisters we're down to the wire
To protect what is given to every walk of life

A foul price to pay to awaken the masses
Wondering how you could take the other side
The tension is growing as every moment passes
Praying now we make it through another great divide

How many time is history repeated how many times will we hear the same old lies
We've heard it to death and our tempers are heated don't tell me you don't see the black from the white

A life that is lost is an ill-gotten lesson one we must heed if we want to make a right
A right that is owed to every generation of every human race woman, man, or child

How many time is history repeated how many times will we hear the same old lies
We've heard it to death and our tempers are heated don't tell me you don't see the black from the white
Don't tell me you don't see the black from the white