We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people: get up, get up Black people I’ma get out of debt, I'ma reset Fight for the right Fight for ya life Fight for what you believe is right Everybody fight Black people: are beautiful, amazing,

America, America And the red man is right, to expect a little from you And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too Promise and then follow through, America Well I come from, down around Tennessee But the people in California Are nice to me,

Pray that all is forgotten Lay to rest Bury the dead Tomorrow seems to turn so fast Alone in the boiler meltin' me down Ain't the first, won't be the last So many people all at once Who I once was has died Never feel the ills of breakin' down

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

Train arrive, it's sixteen coaches long Well, that long black train take my baby and gone Mystery train, rollin' down the track Train, train, rollin' 'round the bend Well, it took my baby, people it won't be coming back Well, it took my baby, people it

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

Now people say I'm jinxed I got some kind of voodoo hex Life is so complex There's no telling what could happen next Life on the edge, Fuels the sickness in my head It embeds the type of thoughts That got a lot of brothers dead

I love Paris I love the way the people move yeah I love the way the children groove Let your eyes play, let them play, let them play eh I love the way the children groove yeah You can see black and white Side by side Oh what a nice sight... I feel so

Black roses on the ground Empty bottles on the table Silhouettes of people dancing To an unfamiliar sound Hello stranger Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the table Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake