The bullchit needs to be under,
don't even have to wonder.
It needs to be buried deep,
so it will forever keep.
But it won't keep,
it continues to peep.

We live in a world of many,
some can't get along with any.
Preacher man of holy God,
don't want people of color
in his church in whole or in part,
whole darn church evil in heart.
Same stupid worshippers of faith,
traveling the same evil path.

The same blends in this society,
with hate the ruling propriety.
In the field are all different color flowers,
under one sun they bloom for hours.
But we're not flowers,
we're more like whiskey sours.
Mix in the alcohol beverage,
we all lose our leverage.

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