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tell me, when you see me, what is it you are thinking?
some poor girl, brown girl, always looking up girl.
and me, what about me, tell me what it is you see?
some rich boy, white boy, always looking down boy.

i have been here far too long
to bother listening to your songs
about where’s peace and all you see
‘cause you can’t even see that we is we.

30 dead, a friend in blood,
and not even in you
can i find love.