KICK IT OUT
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As I stand proud upon this pitch,
I hope this game goes without a hitch.
Will there be chants upon my name,
Which will once again spoil this game?
These people don’t seem to care
But then they say life is unfair –
I score a goal and I am a king,
They chant my name and happily sing,
But there’s a certain few, who do not see me,
Then I feel like a lock without it’s key!
A rose without its thorn,
And a brand-new dress that’s just been torn.
There are some genuine guys out there,
Who see my skill and natural flair
And see me for me.
That’s all I long for,
To kick racism out of football,
I can ask no more.
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