Word Game The Rides

Would you knock a man down
If you don't like the cut of his clothes
Could you put a man away
If you don't want to hear what he knows

Well, it's happening right here
People dying of fear by the droves
And I know most of you
Either don't believe it's true
Or else you don't know what to do
Or maybe I'm singing about you
Who knows

It's incredibly sick, you can feel it
As across the land it flows
Prejudice is slick when it's a word game
It festers and grows

Move along quick, it furthers one
To have somewhere to go
You can feel it as it's rumblin'
Let emotions keep a tumblin'
Then as cities start to crumblin'
Mostly empty bellies grumblin'
Here we go