I can feel it’s a question of colours,
I can feel it’s that thing of black and white
Once I had a dream just like Martin Luther King
The world would come together and unite
When you rap about black and white,
Are you as confused as the darkness
in your heart, Spot before the fuse at nights
and you loose, boose
By your head, confused souls in case,
and this flash ain’t safe
Are you bound to fall,
once or twice everyday,
Consider it at floor,
when we dress as mistakes
We still created anonymous needs,
Starved bleeding horse left alone
in the dark to pray
That someday we will find the peace to set,
But in this human race,
life is race with death
Til you breath your last breath,
and take eternal rest
No moments to spare,
rage war upon flash
But did you pass the test,
or failed severely?
Hear me clearly, hold me dearly,
‘Cause it ain’t abou
