Prejudice

By Jim Ittenbach 1999
From the forthcoming CD "Come Back, My Paradise"




It's hard to believe that the child that just smiled at me,
Could grow up hating me.
"Cause his parents and his friends are gonna convince him,
You can't trust him 'cause the color of his skin!
You can't trust him 'cause the color of his skin!

Now prejudice, don't come naturally,
It's something you've gotta learn.
So when you try to see why it's filled our history,
Don't go pointin' no finger at me!
Don't go pointin' no finger at me!

You can't fix the problem if you won't face the facts
There's more to this picture than what you see.
You ain't no better than that old redneck with his cross
If you see me as your enemy.

Prejudice, Prejudice, Prejudice, Prejudice

That boy don't stand a chance, If you feed him all of that
You're looking his mind in shackles and chains
Tell him there's no end, to what he can achieve
He just might surprise you who he'd be!
He just might surprise you who he'd be!

Prejudice, Prejudice, Prejudice, Prejudice

© 1999


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