I wonder what a true Muslim feels
I know what I feel as a Christian
I tire of hatred over Religion
I tire of misunderstanding because of color
My first three friends in grade school
Were Mexican, black and then me
I knew them as Marco, Billy and Dandy
The three amigos so to speak
Billy fell from a raft and drowned
Had I been there I would have given life to save him
Marco was a Christan just as me
Billy was adopted by white parents
You see we all cried together them and me
In Chicago going to medical tech school
My three Seattle friends were all black
I didn't live in a good neighborhood true
Your friends were gathered from who loved you
One day I found myself in a bad area of Chicago
You see I didn't know black from white
Surrounded these dudes were going to cut me up
Who covered my back my three amigos black too
I read of the wars in Afghanistan tribes
For centuries neighbor tribes at war
And I ask my Muslim brother for what gain?
I don't know your God trust me I don't care
I know all this killing should not be there
I'd find that dude in that cave and say,
"Man what is your problem, give peace a chance?"
I often wonder why that can not be you see
For I remember the three Amigos different as they could be
And my Black friend Billy I will always remember thee