We're at war with ourselves, killing off eachother,
yet 7 billion people still livin' in this place.
What's the point in life if we can't share it with our neighbor,
Throwing bombs and threats, not love and good intent.
We're all in the one tribe, so why do we fight?
Martin Luther had a dream, but America had nightmares,
killing innocent lives with jealousy and hate.
Why can't they just be happy for all their blessings,
for the land and strength they already bear.
For the shoes on their feet and the food that they eat.
Why can't you and I be best friends, no envious hate.
Black and white is all the same, like one lady had twins,
hah, yeah, one black and one white!
It's true, not a lie. So tell me is it not proof enough?
What would be white if there was no black?
We be creating all these problems that really aren't there.
Life is too simple for brains that need more,
filling ourselves up with fact and fiction, who cares?
School is killing our originality, may a better day come,
when we listen to our heart, and not to our head.
Our souls are being intoxicated by the seriousness of politics and hate.
Our lives are being shaped by everything but ourselves.
What's the point in life if we can't share it with our neighbor,
Throwing bombs and threats, not love and good intent.
We're all in the one tribe, so why do we fight?
Martin Luther had a dream, but America had nightmares,
killing innocent lives with jealousy and hate.
Why can't they just be happy for all their blessings,
for the land and strength they already bear.
For the shoes on their feet and the food that they eat.
Why can't you and I be best friends, no envious hate.
Black and white is all the same, like one lady had twins,
hah, yeah, one black and one white!
It's true, not a lie. So tell me is it not proof enough?
What would be white if there was no black?
We be creating all these problems that really aren't there.
Life is too simple for brains that need more,
filling ourselves up with fact and fiction, who cares?
School is killing our originality, may a better day come,
when we listen to our heart, and not to our head.
Our souls are being intoxicated by the seriousness of politics and hate.
Our lives are being shaped by everything but ourselves.
