Our heads always have been on the chopping block. If you hate me because of my colour or my faith you can sentence me to death .
I have a problem, I can't think right. I have made many kids cry for help. Maybe it's fair for you to close all the windows and let no light come in. Don't I deserve to breathe the same air of sanity like you do?
But my hands were made to be marked and my face to be painted black.
I see you chose to stand on the other side of the road, wearing the robes of a saint, then why do you carry a knife in your hand? Your hands are drenched with the blood of a sinner, it is just as red as mine. But I am the one who is suppose to die.
Brother, my death is your death, my life is your life.
I have a problem, I can't think right. I have made many kids cry for help. Maybe it's fair for you to close all the windows and let no light come in. Don't I deserve to breathe the same air of sanity like you do?
But my hands were made to be marked and my face to be painted black.
I see you chose to stand on the other side of the road, wearing the robes of a saint, then why do you carry a knife in your hand? Your hands are drenched with the blood of a sinner, it is just as red as mine. But I am the one who is suppose to die.
Brother, my death is your death, my life is your life.
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