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Tytuł: 89 Lines

  • Wykonawca: Berlin
  • Wy¶wietleń: 203
As a dog with a bone is always
   In danger, so's a woman with a
   Bag when meeting dark strangers
   She holds it just a little bit tighter
   Which she wouldn't do if my skin were lighter
   It's not in my mind, I've been around the block a few times
   Every time she crosses to the other side
   Women supposedly got that intuition
   So they should no better, but that's a dubious distinction
   It's not a figment of my imagination it happens a lot
   When I flag down a cab it doesn't stop
   Not because I look dangerous or nothing like that
   It's not 'cause he's off duty it's cause I'm black
   The police come flying around
   The corner with the red light screaming
   I pulled over to let them pass, they pulled over too,
   I thought that I was dreaming
   I'm scared to death of our men in blue
   It must be cold over there in your shoes
  
   So close your eyes
   In silent night
   Bet you can't tell
   If I'm black or white
  
   Turn out the lights
   Stand here by my side
   Cause we're all alike
   On the inside
  
   One step up
   Then two to the side
   One more man
   Let the sleeping dog lie
   From the back of the bus
   To screams in the night
   Planting flowers of fire
   With these 89 lines
  
   Doesn't it bring back some terrifying memories
   There goes the president making more enemies
   If he's doing to his wife what he's doing to the country
   She'd be happy, we could stand up and dump the monkey
   I ask not what I can do for my country
   Cause I wonder sometimes if it cares for me
   The government could change a lot with education
   And catching kids before they start to think in races
   And eliminate a lot of infuriating situations
   Your blindness not of eyes you go public with your lies
   Then as to prove you have a heart in private you apologize
   Seems my history is a set of lies agreed upon by you repeated
   So many times and for so long accepted as the truth
   Like an unfriendly takeover attempt
   I get in you hold on fuckin' coincidence
   Like a nicotine stain it won't go away
   And it won't if you raise your kids this way
  
   So close your eyes
   In silent night
   Bet you can't tell
   If I'm black or white
  
   Turn out the lights
   Stand here by my side
   Cause we're all alike
   On the inside
  
   One step up
   Then two to the side
   One more man
   Let the sleeping dog lie
   From the back of the bus
   And screams in the night
   Planting flowers of fire
   With these 89 lines
  
   What's your favorite color
   What's your favorite color?
   For those victimized by this ultimate violence
   We now observe a moment of silence