I look at the pale hands and I wonder why the f** Do they try to keep us separated? Why are there highways, Rivers and sky rises to keep a distance Between those that matter (supposedly) And those who get swept away No wonder there is anger No wonder there is hatred My house won't be a monument to our culture My life won't follow our history How many lies do we have to accept? How much can you take? We can't continue To squeeze people out of the picture I reject this stupid game Of cowboys and indians