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In the back of my mind,

All I feel is mistrust,

In the back of my mind,

All I see is the dirt,

Segregation of thoughts,

Ideals turning to dust

Where some houses once stood,

Stands a man with a gun,

In some neighbourhood,

A father hangs up his son,

In the back of my mind.