Sometimes you know
When it isn't right
But you may still think
It is worth the fight
Sometimes you know
When it isn't right
But you may still think
It is worth the fight
If only your conscious was clear
Never will you be one to feel
Oh you are just too weak
Can't proclaim you just speak emptily
Race is a game to you
Men and women misconstrued
I can't even accrue any
Real information from you
Sometimes you know
When it isn't right
But you may still think
It is worth the fight
Why do we hang on
When there's no logic (no logic)
No sensibility
Yet no right or wrong
Even after you're defined
And cleaned up the mess
That went on for too long