I think racial and civic pride
Are the dumbest things to have
Come with me, for a ride
And double check my math
See, I am half
Black and white
If that makes you mad
White and black's also right
But it's that kind of sight
Keeping us blind
We ACTUALLY fight
Like color defines
Who we are behind
The doors once closed
The mask in our minds
The whore in our clothes
We choose to show
The world what it wants
Bowing to those
Throwing the taunts
But why then so staunch
In their defense
If the rockets they launch
Don't represent
How you intend
On raising your kids
Why do we pretend
Like we all don't live
On something so big
There's enough for us all
Our reluctance to give
Logic the ball
Is why we are stalled
Awaiting a saviour
To answer the call
And save the best flavor
But at least with that failure
You're making a choice
Choosing to jail your
Resistance to ploys
But even your voice
Can be changed or altered
Girls can be boys
Sons become daughters
Teaders can todder
Good can be bad
Leaders can faulter
But your mom and dad
Are something you had
NOTHING to do with
Your race is a fact
Absent improvements
Those line are congruent
They can't be denied
So why would you use it
As something of pride
Does where family resides
Prior to your birth
Really provide
A feeling of worth
You're proud of some dirt
Is that what you're saying
Its all the same Earth
Why's yours so amazing
And forget all the slayings
Done in the past
Forget why we say things
Like he who laughs last
Forget that the path
To your civic belief
Is a murderous wrath
And all the deceased
At one time believed
In their color and land
Their commander in cheif
Convinced them their hand
Was chosen to stand
And die for the team
While the leaders then plan
The next dance routine
As we rage the machine
Laughs at the way
We continue to be
Apart of the play
The start of the day
We all come together
Begins in the way
We stop saying never
If we start to be clever
And see through the ruse
Our pride will be tethered
To things that we choose.

Our black and white blues
Are part of the ruse
They're brilliantly used
To keep us confused

Our black and white blues
Are something we choose
For if they're removed
We'll finally improve

Stop chasing flags
Stop the deception
Stop all the lies
Supplied in the lessons
Stop the aggression
Stop the depression
Stop the illusion
Confusion is a weapon