Yesterday's sorrow Not forgotten tomorrow Stolen just like a baby In a world full of maybes For the thought of a dollar And taught hate of a color Born two days 'til we play the routine Of a game that's so old and obscene
Today all the troubles exceed As the media helps destroy dreams With a duke and a reverend it seems We can't find the mean between extremes Then go
I've heard too many white boys Talk of nights with a black toy And they return to work the next day And they think in a different way They talk of a less man Of a cheap and oppressed man Funny how it seems that some never even see What's been built and been taught to believe
Is it thought that some races don't bleed? Or that pain is just something for me? If you think that, then brother you'll see The blood will just spill to eternity Hey
Is it thought that some races don't bleed? Or that pain is just something for me? With a duke and a reverend it seems We can't find the mean between extremes All right