How did we get too this place --
Where a man can die just for the color of his face
And I as a white man, feel so ashamed, to call myself an American
I feel some how I am to blame

I can’t breathe, we can’t breath, we can’t see - we are skin deep, we are stuck halfway between

And so the fisherman gonna open up your eyes
And yes he’ll take you, take you to the sky
And yes we roll, we roll on with the tide
But that fisherman gonna take you to the sky

Somewhere on a universal plane
All things like pain and age seem the very same
I think you know just what it is that I mean
Seeing this state of need and state of greed

I pray that the generations of youth that will lead us into the future
find a way to go beyond the failings of their forefathers.

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