V. reid In africa, music is not an art form as much as it is a means of communication. A negro has got no name Quite often, the words of the song are
Übersetzung: Living Colour. Geschichtsstunde.
of a thousand death? Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death. Throughout our history you and your kind Have stolen the young bodies of the living
Look beyond the colour Past the covering on us, to see what we are Turn the faded pages The mark we leave on history, is what we are Every country is
and religious preachers I don't care cos they ain't our teachers living a life they say is free from sin then they judge another person by the colour
and religious preachers I don't care cos they ain't our teachers Living a life they say is free from sin Then they judge another person by the colour
excrescence known as Fire Chief Will Conklin, the one who instigated this crime, be turned over to me for my justice. Nothing less, nothing more. ALL
