A photograph of people of different races holding hands.
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I feel like my homeless community  
is in danger  
when we get locked up  
for getting food from a stranger 
 
Officer, I feel helpless 
You with your big gun 
I feel bad enough  
being called every name under the sun 
 
You think I’m going to settle  
For a wool blanket and a sandwich 
I want a job 
So, I can express my good manners 
 
We are always the ones 
Always getting attacked 
Love your neighbors,  
White, Yellow, or Black