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

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,

It ain't safe, it ain't safe If I hit it one time I'ma pipe her If I hit it two times then I like her If I fuck three times I'ma wife her It ain't safe for the black or the white girls Tell your man pipe up Nigga, pipe up Hunnid bands from the safe In

And I, I, I don't care if it kills me tonight 'Cause I, I, I I'll be loving these scars for life! So I, I, I don't care if it kills me tonight 'Cause I, I I'll be loving these scars for life! I think scars are beautiful I think black is white I'm stuck

We'll get higher and higher Oh that's what dreams are made of Straight up we'll climb Leave it all behind So baby dry your eyes, save all The tears you've cried World turns black and white Pictures in an empty room Your love starts fallin down

Walking through the front door, Seeing your black dress hit the floor, Uh honey there sure ain't nothing like you loving me All night long, Tuxedo waiters, black tie, White table clothes and red wine, We've been planning, this night, Looking forward to

It don't matter if you're black or white But, if you're thinkin' about my baby Yea, yea, yea now I took my baby on a Saturday bang Boy is that girl with you Yes we're one and the same Now I believe in miracles And a miracle has happened tonight

Sail to you I sail to you Now there is this place With so much space It's at the bottom of the world So it lay unspoiled Wind and rain, hurricane And the black man reigned Till the white man came

Looks good on that neon buzzin' on the wall But darling, it don't match your eyes I'm tellin' you You don't need that guy It's so black and white He's stealin' your thunder Baby, blue ain't your color Blue looks good on the sky

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