Question Of Color  
 
I can feel it¡¯s a question of colours,  
I can feel 
it¡¯s that thing of black and white 
 
Once I had a dream   
just like Martin Luther King   
The world would come  
together and unite 
 
When you rap about black and white,  
Are you as confused as the  
darkness in your heart,   
Spot before the fuse at nights  
and you loose, boose   
 
By your head,  
confused souls in case,  
and this flash ain¡¯t safe  
Are you bound to fall,  
once or twice everyday,  
Consider it at floor,   
when we dress as mistakes   
We still created anonymous needs,   
 
Starved bleeding horse left alone   
in the dark to pray  
That someday  
we will find the peace to set,   
But in this human race,  
life is race with death   
'Til you breath your last breath,  
and take eternal rest 
 
No moments to spare,   
rage war upon flash   
But did you pass the test,   
or failed severely?  
Hear me clearly, hold me dearly, 
¡®Cause it ain¡¯t about religion,  
but the heart this time  
Every man in this brotherhood of mine,    
now shine! 
 
I can feel it¡¯s a question of colours, 
I can feel  
it¡¯s that thing of black and white 
 
Once I had a dream  
just like Martin Luther King  
The world would come together and unite     
 
Once I had a dream,  
a dream of peace and unity  
And I knew this dream  
would came true 
 
Once I had a dream,  
and you were here with me  
And no one did raise  
this question of colour 
 
It¡¯s difficult times in the back of my mind,... 
And I wish 
all the world would be colour blind,  
But all the time I saw  
a whole lot of society lovers,  
And a lovers of big humanism, 
 
Separated by the difference 
and religion minds 
Don¡¯t wanna be crucified  
by religion times, 
Where people live satisfied, 
equivalent in peace 
From the greatest to the beast, 
every mind will shine  
And this earth will reach rebirth  
At the same time  
we¡¯re transformed,so up from the norm  
 
Looking for heat in the middle of storm, 
So who do you run to? 
I see everlasting arms 
That will support my every needs 
and my problems are gone 
Dream on and maybe one day, 
these kids can all play, 
All day long,  
feeling like they belong to the sun and 
Enjoy the fun of being free,  
from my system trapped  
You and me,now let them dream 
 
I can feel it¡¯s a question of colours, 
I can feel 
it¡¯s that thing of black and white 
 
Once I had a dream 
just like Martin Luther King 
The world would come  
together and unite 
Once I had a dream,  
a dream of peace and unity 
 
And I knew this dream  
would came true 
Once I had a dream, 
and you were here with me 
And no one did raise 
this question of colour oh...yeah... 
Bleeding horse left alone  
in the dark to pray (Oh yeah) 
If there is a question, 
we all need to find the answers 
It¡¯s time to unite 
(The question of colours) 
  
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