DIRTY WATER from 15'95 by OMOBNA

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Religious school at the age of four,
Their goal, to make my mind as open as a closed door.
They gave me a shirt and they gave me a tie,
Whilst I put them on they fed me another lie.

I was thumped in the back and prodded in the chest,
“Pull up your socks, start acting like the rest”.

I knew it was the best to do as I was told,
So I avoiding asking questions and became the perfect mold.
I prayed in the assemblies every single day,
I sang all the hymns and gave my life away.

I was the most perfect little schoolboy,
Programmed and filled with bollo(cks).

Well, I’ve followed the rules okay so far,
Only twelve more years to go.
I asked a neighbour if he believed in god,
He laughed and said, “Of course not”.

I was astonished at his answer and thought he was a freak.
Well he’ll just burn in hell, he’s gonna rot with the weak.
I felt so strong with god on my side,
I could accomplish anything with my pride.

When asked a question, I knew the answer.
“Such a charming lad.” My heart was beating faster.

In one of the assemblies, the headmaster was preaching,
“I’ll tell you how skin colour came about in human beings.
Well, a long long time ago a group of people needed to bath,
So they went down to a pond after working hard one day.”

“But the pond was only big enough for half that group of men,
So they made two separate groups and the first half went in.”

“They washed each other’s backs and scrubbed themselves down.
When all of them got out, the water was a dirty brown.
The second group jumped in but they couldn’t get clean,
So that dirty water stuck to those unlucky human beings.”

A few weeks later I got in a confrontation.
It was with a ‘darky’ from that so called ‘dirty nation’.

He shouted at me and I shouted at him.
A thought came to my mind as I glared with a grin,
“Oh, go and wash yourself in some clean water.”
“Oh, go and wash yourself in some clean water.”

The next thing I know I’m being dragged by the ear,
Dragged up to the office by the school headmaster.
I was punished for what he taught me.
Punished for what he taught me.

A child’s mind was taken advantage of,
It was abused and confused.
Break the mold.

Break the mold.

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