Suicide
Del Bromham
Put the gun to my head
But I could not pull the trigger
In a while, I'll be dead
Who would ever miss a nigga?
The whites, they'd all smile and say
"Another one gone, hip hip hooray"
Fire the gun, aim, don't miss
End your life, death is bliss, oh
See the sweat on my face
I must never reconsider
In a while, I'll be dead
Who would ever miss a nigga?
The blacks, they'd all stand and cry
Should have been a white that ought to die
Fire the gun, aim, don't miss
End your life, death is bliss, oh
Listen, all, gathеr round
Why don't we all reconsider?
Livе a life, all as one
We will all forgive the sinner
Then we'll all live together
Black and white and green and yellow
Fire the gun, aim, don't miss
End your life, death is bliss, oh