“Give me freedom, give me liberty
Don't want policeman with a stick in his hand
Standing over me
Freedom, fraternity
I don't pick my friends by the color of their skin
Or the language they speak
Give me freedom, equality
Don't tell me that we're brothers
But you're more equal that the others”
“A South politician preaches to the poor white man:
"You got more than the blacks, don't complain
You're better than them, you been born with white skin, " they explain
And the Negro's name
Is used, it is plain
For the politician's gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game”
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