Apollo Piero - Color Blind Lyrics

In Psalms 150
It says praise God in 10 string instruments
Praise God in the harp, praise God in the tambourine
Can you find drums anywhere in there?
No Drums, No drums, No drums
Where do all these drums come from?
The Indians? Boom, boom, boom, conjuring up demons
Africa? Boom, boom, boom, conjuring up demons

Speaking through Malcolm and Martin, flight, falcons departing
Off of fountains in parks and asking how come I'm sparking
With these markers trying to make a mark on 'em
About this part of society that most think is far gone
But far not is this race issue
Sure we've came a long way but it stills hits you
When you're going for an interview at your school
And all the teachers tell you that you'll look like a fool
If you talk black, and you don't want to do that
Cause you won't get your scholarship cause of that
And them people in my face always calling me a wigger
Cause my fitted style vigor and they sit and they just bicker
And the vibe's getting bigger, talking bout we got race clothes
What type of sh*t is that? Let's erase those
Misconceptions got the Earth in pity
With more stereo-types than circuit city

See the soul, see the soul (no drums, no drums, no drums)
See the soul of the people let it glow (No, No drums)
See the soul, see the soul
And maybe one day we could all be colorblind
See the soul, see the soul (no drums, no drums, no drums)
See the soul of the people let it glow (No, No drums)
See the soul, see the soul
And maybe one day we could all be colorblind

They wanna label dudes off of they hue
Of their skin not knowing it's a fable
There's no correlation of color that they're making
They need innovation of thought elevation
But the nation is breeding racists
Who's hate is oozing out of veins I taste it
And their basis is fake and it's meritless
See a turban and they think he's a terrorist
And the narrowest of mind's is amongst us
See a black dude and they think he's a thug but
That's not true so a dude trying to get at them
That hood, black, thug, and rap ain't synonyms
And they defending them like Kramer ain't wrong
"He was joking anyway, rappers say it in their songs"
And they told me that I talk like I'm black
So I must be stupid and I must smoke crack
And I must like rap but I'm not suppose to
I'm suppose to like rock and polos like most do
So I pose you the question of why?
Got my hands closed and I'm looking to the sky

See the soul, see the soul (no drums, no drums, no drums)
See the soul of the people let it glow (No, No drums)
See the soul, see the soul
And maybe one day we could all be colorblind
See the soul, see the soul (no drums, no drums, no drums)
See the soul of the people let it glow (No, No drums)
See the soul, see the soul
And maybe one day we could all be colorblind

I dream of a day when color we won't see
Hate we won't feel and fam we will be
And we'll be getting along like bumblebees
But they still make us put race on our bubble sheets
And that crumbles me, how we separate
How we isolate, we need to integrate
Cause church Sundays are segregated
And lunchrooms all look like they're gated
But hate is, even worse than that
I've been kicked out a party cause my boy was black
And that ignorance still burns in seems
And white boys can't make the basketball team
It seems, we're shattering dreams
And that just seems dumb to me
Being separated by our vague color lines
But maybe one day we could all be colorblind

See the soul, see the soul (no drums, no drums, no drums)
See the soul of the people let it glow (No, No drums)
See the soul, see the soul
And maybe one day we could all be colorblind
See the soul, see the soul (no drums, no drums, no drums)
See the soul of the people let it glow (No, No drums)
See the soul, see the soul
And maybe one day we could all be colorblind

The Indians? Boom, boom, boom, conjuring up demons
Africa? Boom, boom, boom, conjuring up demons
And maybe one day we could all be colorblind