The United States Colored Troops (USCT) were regiments in the United States Army composed of mainly African-American (colored) soldiers, although non-African Americans people of color such as Pacific Islanders, Asian Americans and Native Americans also fought under USCT regiments. They were first recruited during the American Civil War, and by the end of that war in April, 1865, the 175 USCT regiments constituted about one-tenth the manpower of the Union Army. In the decades that followed the USCT soldiers fought in the Indian Wars in the American West, where they became known as the Buffalo Soldiers; they received the nickname from Native Americans who compared their hair to the fur of bison.
The U.S. Congress passed the Confiscation Act of 1862 in July 1862. It freed slaves whose owners were in rebellion against the United States, and a militia act empowered the President to use freed slaves in any capacity in the army. President Abraham Lincoln was concerned with public opinion in the four border states that remained in the Union, as they had numerous slaveholders, as well as with northern Democrats who supported the war but were less supportive of abolition than many northern Republicans. Lincoln opposed early efforts to recruit black soldiers, although he accepted the Army's using them as paid workers.
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In the house with no home, cut to size
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Well your god won't smile
And your conscience can't sleep
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against your sheild
What if i killed you all
Would it build me up
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Against your sheild
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Hoplessly divided
I bent down into the knife
Well your god won't smile
And your conscience can't sleep
Someone in the wind as fire flies
Against your sheild
What if i killed you all
Would it build me up
Someone in the wind as fire flies
Against your sheild
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Where trying to find it
Well your god won't smile
And your conscience can' sleep
Someone in the wind as fire flies
Against your sheild
What if i killed you all
Would it build me up
Someone in the wind as fire flies