There are no cross roads anymore
cause no chicken in their right mind
wants to get to the other's side
There are only tribal teams
Big paper tigers riding blind cheerleaders
that dazzle the mind while dancing
on a stage full of black hate and white love
"What happened?" God shouted to a pack of righteous worms
dressed in Sunday best he found walking the narrow minded road
"Don't you know the early birds soon will be a coming"
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