This is what hatred sounds like

Sitting in the courtyard cryin
being called a fag
Being told i'd grow up
Just like my dad
feeling completely down from being called a nigger
being called fat because i happen to be bigger
being called slow because i like to take my time
Being called a cracker because i happen to be white
Or being called a slacker because i cant get my mind right
This is the sound that hatred makes

Looking out to see the cross burn
surrounded by white hoods, those who yearn
for the death of those with skin just a tad bit darker
Those who battered and beat him with a bat
6 to 1 because he was all that
simply because he loved boys with his rainbow hat
They killed him in an alley
All smashed together because they were Jews
The penalty if you weren't of the germanic brew
Well guess what hitler
Neither were you
These are the eyes of hatred

The burn of an iron against my skin
The hungry of poverty makes my stomach cave in
The feel pf a whip against my back
The tears of prejudice giving me no slack
the slap of negligence against my face
discrimination as it chokes my life away
This is what hatred feels like


The overflowing trash can that is my next meal
with a side of fresh roadkill
The moldy bread the feed to us american japanese
all because of a war overseas
the taste of sweat and gunpowder
as i lay in the trench
fighting a war that doesnt make sense
This is the taste of hatred

Why can i hear you
taste you
See you
Breathe you
Hatred
why are you there?