The more you believe The less that you think The less that you think The more that you speak The more that you speak The less that you see The less that you see The more you believe
If you want to take If you want to give When you find a meaning You'll find it short-lived The gifts that come Or go or stay The arms there for you can to shoot Are only in the way
No control... I'm sorry you shoot to See this side of me No control... Sorry you had to see This side of the world
Judge You by your shade of skin Judge You by the clique you're in Talk to me, see in my mind Taken back by what you'll find
No control... I'm sorry you shoot to See this side of me No control... Sorry you had to see This side of the world No control... I'm sorry you shoot to See this side of me No control... Sorry you had to see This side of the world
No control... I'm sorry you shoot to See this side of me No control... Sorry you had to see This side of the world No control... I'm sorry you shoot to See this side of me No control... Sorry you had to see This side of the world...