What's this in my brain,
That keeps my mind in stain?
Why can't I praise my friend,
Who has my back to the end?
It's this racial cancer,
Cut it out, is the answer.
Why can't I praise my friend,
Who has my back to the end?
It's this racial cancer,
Cut it out, is the answer.
I'm free from the racial thought.
My friend free from my sinful plot.
Now color is a blessing not a curse.
Harmony can reign in the ‘verse.
Only you can stop the cancer in your brain.
Reject it, forsake it, become sane.
Fight through the shame.
So you can stop the pain.
EC Holm 2017