One Of Them Lyrics - Franks Enemy

I could never be them 

Though my blood is just as red 

And we all grieve our beloved 

That end up just as dead 

I can feel the anger 

At the old atrocities 

But I know it's not the same 

Knowing it wouldn't have happened to me 

And I'm no good with cheap sloganeering 

About making dreams come true 

The answer is somewhere at the foot of the cross 

However hard we've tried to make it untrue 

I remember McDuffie and how I had to stay home 

Not understanding why because I also thought those cops were wrong 

Until later I caught myself laughing at my friends' racist jokes 

Me the adult white male, I finally grew up