words hurt
words hurt
we’re all the same,
aren’t we
how is it that in a country of peace?
that we are still at war with ourselves
why don’t we stop fighting?
let’s strive for gulbalanha or peace
not gudyarra or war.
I am a proud indigenous man
Now, I may look white
But black runs through my veins
But because of my history I
I am haunted
Because I didn’t come on a boat,
Because I wasn’t white
Because I was different
I was thrown away
Like a piece of stale bread
Or a burnt one.
But the words are what hurts
No white man knows the pain
The guy that says coon
The guy that says we are violent
Or the guy that says were drunks
He doesn’t understand
He just knows the labels
He’s been taught.
To be racist is how he was raised
He wasn’t raised in pain
Or vein he wasn’t raised the same.
He doesn’t hear the stereotypes
Every day
Look at the stereotypes
Tell me they are right
White people have welfare
White people get drunk
White people kill others
But as soon and a black does
Every black feels the pain
The petrol
The drugs
The poison
The thugs
Its not me
It’s not us,
As we say
Today is the day
We strive for peace
Today is the day
We could win the fight
But guess what its not tonight
Because our generations are stolen
The words keep Rollin
Were all on a mission
we gotta keep resisting
this war we call a society
can bring the sadness,
but also brings hope.
Thankyou.