You see us on the street, in the store, or in your car
You have no comprehension of just who the f** we are
Instead you choose to ignore, or even face the truth
Well here's a little message from all of us White youth
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The right to remain violent
This right we will uphold
Take out some aggressions
On your empty, vacant skull
Run for your life
'Cause you're running out of luck
Spit in your face
'Cause I don't give a f**...no!
Sit on your a**, base your views from the T.V
You might as well be dead and soon you just might be
A smirk, a snide remark from you
My blood begins to boil
How does your face feel buried in the rocky soil
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Solo
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