Question Of Color
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 about religion,
but the heart this time
Every man in this brotherhood of mine,
now shine!
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
Once I had a dream,
a dream of peace and unity
And I knew this dream
would came true
Once I had a dream,
and you were here with me
And no one did raise
this question of colour
It¡¯s difficult times in the back of my mind,...
And I wish
all the world would be colour blind,
But all the time I saw
a whole lot of society lovers,
And a lovers of big humanism,
Separated by the difference
and religion minds
Don¡¯t wanna be crucified
by religion times,
Where people live satisfied,
equivalent in peace
From the greatest to the beast,
every mind will shine
And this earth will reach rebirth
At the same time
we¡¯re transformed,so up from the norm
Looking for heat in the middle of storm,
So who do you run to?
I see everlasting arms
That will support my every needs
and my problems are gone
Dream on and maybe one day,
these kids can all play,
All day long,
feeling like they belong to the sun and
Enjoy the fun of being free,
from my system trapped
You and me,now let them dream
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
Once I had a dream,
a dream of peace and unity
And I knew this dream
would came true
Once I had a dream,
and you were here with me
And no one did raise
this question of colour oh...yeah...
Bleeding horse left alone
in the dark to pray (Oh yeah)
If there is a question,
we all need to find the answers
It¡¯s time to unite
(The question of colours)
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