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Eric Rios
Eric Rios
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Ted Wawrzyniak
Ted Wawrzyniak
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Edward Rios
Edward Rios
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Emmit Garcia
Emmit Garcia
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Lyrics

U can call yourself the master U can call yourself the slave No looking down on anyone or the color they cast Before you look down at yourself You could be the reason you could be the disease No more fucked situations designed to fit your needs Stay behind your color line The odds are closing in Close your eyes sleep in the deep We all bleed red We all bleed red We all bleed red Ignorance is not a virtue Feel the pain the hole that you fell through When bullets fly past you its not the color of your skin Its the person that lies within The bullets know no name The bullets know no shame Its the Pointing finger that lies behind the trigger That never could weather leave you in the dirt And watch you slither Away We all bleed red We all bleed red We all bleed red What the hell are u doing You know the times are changing Don't be a fool nobody's cool Now a days were all fools Here and then we fly again In a world that's open in a world that's broken We've done fucked it up By the word we spoken and the words we chosen In a world that's broken We all bleed red We all bleed red We all bleed red We all bleed red
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