Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
In the states
There's a problem with race
Because of ignorant past burned fires
]from evolution
We've been killing each other
I figure man should have it down to a science


No chance
Not for a minute
Not for a second
I won't be defensive
I'm straight out in my opinion
You'ld better listen to a man who knows what he is saying
I've seen your side
You run and hide for the mere fact that you feel inferior
Be superior
And know your interior

(pre) race, pride, prejudice
black man, white man
no stand
live in the past
we make it last
a hated mass
no solution
mind pollution
for revolution

(chorus) so low behold my eyes
this land of fools will rise
no good
for no one

You blame oppression and play the role of criminals
To rape and burn show progress is minimal
White hoods and militants you know it's such a pity
Living, breathing
Violence in your city

If one man
Had one home
In one world
Held live alone without variety
Full of anxiety
No one to point at, question
Or even talk to -- in his private grave
No matter what color
He wouldn't be saved from hell
He dwells
A closed mind playing the part of prison cells

(pre)

(chorus)
In the states   There's a problem with race   Because of ignorant past burned fires   ]from evolution   We've been killing each other   I figure man should have it down to a science         No chance   Not for a minute   Not for a second   I won't be defensive   I'm straight out in my opinion   You'ld better listen to a man who knows what he is saying   I've seen your side   You run and hide for the mere fact that you feel inferior   Be superior   And know your interior      (pre) race, pride, prejudice   black man, white man   no stand   live in the past   we make it last   a hated mass   no solution   mind pollution   for revolution      (chorus) so low behold my eyes   this land of fools will rise   no good   for no one      You blame oppression and play the role of criminals   To rape and burn show progress is minimal   White hoods and militants you know it's such a pity   Living, breathing   Violence in your city      If one man   Had one home   In one world   Held live alone without variety   Full of anxiety   No one to point at, question   Or even talk to -- in his private grave   No matter what color   He wouldn't be saved from hell   He dwells   A closed mind playing the part of prison cells      (pre)      (chorus)