Fascism, the epitome of ignorance Listen up, I'll give you a for instance People go hating for the color of skin Won't they learn, they'll never win
Lost in my own world Lost in my own world Lost in my Lost in my own world Lost in my own world Lost in my Getting to the right Getting to the wrong Getting
We are two shadows moving on a wall Two characters, both weak and strong We chant and we dance, we draw ourselves in Then we run from each other again
We are two shadows moving on a wall Two characters both weak and strong We chant and we dance, we draw ourselves in Then we run from each other again
My heart is filled with pain I believe I'll take the train My heart is filled with pain I believe I'll take the train The one I love She has another
I'm punch drunk on confusion No accidents, claims, convictions Wait in line for prescription, singing No one stop me Happy in my delusion I don't think
Read all about it tell me Have you heard the news Captain bob he don't pay no dues You know he's looking in my window He's stepping on my toes Don't want
Charity: May the 7th, 1851 (Chorus echo) Day of days for Bridgeport?s favorite son (echo) (Chorus: ohhhh) Living whales he sent to Hades (Chorus gasps
Silence - is no reaction "Violence" - that one-word caption Can you say it with just one word? Unspoken - the sins that go unheard Chorus: Government
Momma looks like coffee, Daddy looks like cream Baby is a mocha drop American dream All the colors of the rainbow are in her family tree Woven all together
White lies, black history White agents, black athletes White Jesus, black preachers White government, black drug dealer White lawyers, black entertainers
Spend our lifetime reading books that we've been told to Are we catching the meaning? Are we really supposed to? It's time that we start seeing the
The ink is black The page is white Together we learn To read and write To read and write. The slate is black The chalk is white The words stand out So
J and D here united Black and white here to show you how we've been delighted The new generation since the mid nineties Showing you it's done if you think
Guarda che tingo faccia occhi naso e sono te guarda che lavo faccia occhi naso e tu sei me guarda che dipingo mani braccia schiena e sono
C'est une ville que je connais Une chanson que je chantais. Y a du sang sur le trottoir C'est sa voix, poussiere brulee C'est ses ongles sur le blinde
Long before you ever saw your chances You were going to burn this city down Tired of the fashions and the dances Tired of the people standing around Ticking
Qui est noir, qui est blanc, Qui, le mari, l'amant, Qui est le bourreau, la victime, Qui est le traitre, le heros, Qui est le flic ou le barbeau? Je vous