I ain't open my eyes till we all walk free- till the colour of our skin it don't mean a damn thing.
I ain't open my eyes, open till we all walk free.
I ain't pickin' up a paper till the wild wind blows
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If we don't walk free with hand in heart, it's time.
If we cannot see all we destroy, we're blind.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Joshua James - Coal War
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