Somewhat is what some of our folks say

Games people aways love to play

It’s not black not white but grey

You cannot judge if it’s right

Nor can you judge if it’s wrong

Ain’t no such thing as yes or no

Cause you hate to hear what you got to know
Cause they taught you now that you’ve grown

You’d wanna live in a comfort zone

Born with the right sign, with the right reason

With the right skin, right flesh, right blood
With the right dreams, right goals, right tendencies

But couldn’t remain our sanity

They led us to the wrong tendencies

Took the wrong road though

Think we are in the wrong place

at the wrong time

For the wrong reason

Use the wrong method

Of the wrong technique
Starting to blame on our folks, blame on our gods, religions, superstitions, it’s all illusion