:+:+: Mr. Righteous :+:+:
Why skin up your nose at the shade of my skin
Don't you know to be prejudiced is a sin?
The measure you use is the almighty dollar
Even though you know I'm an intelligent scholar
Pedigrees are not choosen but are inheritance
There you go proudly filled with rude arrogance
A social climber from the day you were born
You care not how others perceive you with utter scorn
Come down off your high horse, Mr. Righteous
Remember your own past, before looking down at us
Cold as the Winter, your heart seems to be
Forgetting your turn will come eventually
Stop being a hater as you reap what you sow
Aren't you scared of meeting your kind down below?
Who appointed you as my Judge and Jury?
Your spiritual eyes are closed, man, set your mind free!
Blindly you hold onto negative raciality
Jesus died for all His children on Calvery
His precious blood flowded to wipe out captivity
He never choosed you to be a racial prodigy
copyright©2007Irene
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