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Black like blue
Black like blue
Black like me and you
Black like grits in the morning and arguments
Of sugar or milk
Nah, that's just ilk!
So when the world stopped turning
And everything in the wilderness sat still
Where were you?
He God above the heavens said stop!
And the killers stopped killing,
Don’t calm me over with sweet melodies of song verses Pacify me with
we’ll rise, we’ll rise..we will rise
