No problem on being black
no matter what in the back of the bus
aint gonna be my head the one cracking up
when this jim crow bus goes down in a crash
the distance in a prism
is the colours of a rainbow
dark and light walkin elbow to elbow
it is up to me it is up to me
to leave my little hole in the wall
I can go to a movie in the balcony
i got some white thick headed mister for me to spit
on and on and on
it was me it was me the one taking you for a ride
and back at home I think in my bed
how you fear the black and the brown and the red
so much silence will only separate
any colour from this song
and if its good for me its good for you and its good for all of us
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