His old man was a rebel yellow.
That boy to the bone,
can*t trust a colored fellow.
He*d judge *em by the tone of their skin.
He was raised to think like his dad,
that old mind full of hate.
On the road to no where fast,
*til the grace of God got in the way.
Then he saw the light and hit his knees
and cried and said a prayer.
Rose up a brand new
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