White was black, black was white,
Night was day, and day was night...
That's it! I have had it! Haven't you too?
I'm sick of holding my tongue, and not speaking...
While we driving cars
And rocking big gold chains around our necks...
Being a teen can be good and bad,
Lots of good memories but also the sad...
So many years ago
When we were still free...
The path that I have known is closing in on me...
For some reason I feel that the world is tearing...
If black wasn't black,
And white wasn't white...
Collected and sampled. Xeroxed zero.
Only one infantry...
I sit among them,
live around them...
I'm sick of those people.
Not the kind of people...
The screams I hear, the hearts that are almost...
Motivate me to keep running ahead...
Build your society around your friends
The two or three you keep real close...