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Racism

What's where I come from got to do with it?
And the color of my skin, that don't mean shit
Would you like me better if I looked like you?
Damn, if that's what you think, then you don't have a clue

Blonde hair, jet black, or somewhere in between
Dark brown eyes, hazel, blue, or maybe even green
Such a beautiful array of colors for the eye to see
If we all looked the same, how boring that would be

(Refrain)
Stop the Hatin' and the Killin'
Put an end to blood that's spillin'
You don't wake up and start chillin'
It's yo tombstone they'll be billin'

Clashing of cultures, cuz they have different customs
Religious beliefs, God, Ala, Budda, just to name some
Nations declare wars, over things they don't understand
Or bear arms against a people, just to steal their land

Killin' bruthas and sistas in the name of some damn war
Half the time you don't even know what yo fightin' for.
While the rich get richer and the poor stay poor
It's time to stop the hatin', here's the key, unlock the door

(Refrain)
Stop the Hatin' and the Killin'
Put an end to blood that's spillin'
You don't wake up and start chillin'
It's yo tombstone they'll be billin'

The sands of time have shown that man has always found an excuse
For the killin' and the hatin', now it's time to call a truce
We can't change our heritage, or what our peoples have gone through
It ain't about that shit no more, wake up, it's down to me and you

Put a gun in my hand, say I should kill a man, make him pay
For bein' black, brown, white, or the wrong shade of gray
Hate wars like this can not be won, don't pass this burden to your sons
Reach your hands out to your brutha, damn it's time, lay down your guns

There will always be haters and killers, don't let them be you
Rise above the hate they teach, don't do what they do
Stop the hatin' and the killin', chill bruthas chill