It doesn't matter the color
When we treat our brother with love
It doesn't matter the color
When we treat our sister with love
Racism has no cure
We are adapting
Research and study to occupy such position
Reality that's in the slum
Is a remnant of slavery
So many Indians were decimated
Yuka said that every police van
Is the slave ship oh-oh-oooo
Of the black warriors oh-oh-oooo
It doesn't matter the color
When we treat our brother with love
It doesn't matter the color
When we treat our sister with love
Foundation of our culture
Labor of all structure
Legacy that was left to us
Is wealth for all sides oh-oh-oooo
A touch of love
Oh-oh-oooo
A touch of love
Oh-oh-oooo
A touch of love
Oh-oh-oooo
A touch
A touch of love
A touch
Heart is the drum
A touch
A touch
A touch

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