Текст песни One Of Them

I could never be them Though my blood is just as red And we all grieve our beloved That end up just as dead I can feel the anger At the old atrocities But I know it's not the same Knowing it wouldn't have happened to me And I'm no good with cheap sloganeering About making dreams come true The answer is somewhere at the foot of the cross However hard we've tried to make it untrue I remember McDuffie and how I had to stay home Not understanding why because I also thought those cops were wrong Until later I caught myself laughing at my friends' racist jokes Me the adult white male, I finally grew up And so the drugs enslave with the laws that imprison State sponsored plantations disguised and hidden And I don't want to fear a man anymore But then when one of them knocks at my door