It's the beautiful white corpses that get all the attention.
Little angel bleeds, looks so serene lying among the weeds.
A thousand gone missing since the last one
But there is no justice for the ugly.
Media fall all over themselves to cover it,
Follows us around like a shadow.
Pressure's on for the authorities--
Can't just sweep it under the rug like they do with the blacks and the poor.
Got to pull someone in; give the illusion of proper justice
Pull in the first minority they see.
The world falls in love with the Mississippi Queen taken too soon.
Don't worry, one day justice will come
To the little girl with the runaway smile.