A blight of racism

Hey you
With ya lillie white skin
And ya lineage of lillie white kin
Hey you
Think ya so grand
Livin and an loven
In Gods own hand

Got the betta half
Of all thats to be had
So ya think every other mudda
Gotta be bad
Got you what you can hold
Ya feelin strong feelin bold
Ya never seen what can't held
In ya lillie white hands
Its a story untelled

You never heard of ya spirit or soul
Ya so concerned with collectin ya toll
You love the divide
Hate the glue
That connects people like me
To people like you
Hey you
Ya mean old prick
Its people like you make the world so sick