In the morning
I keep moaning
There’s no way to keep this up all day
I’m in heaven
On cloud seven
But there’s no way in hell I get to 12
This ain’t no joke
I gonna choke
Without changes in the way we bahave
Like a slave
With no faith
In the future we all crave for our children
From white to black and black to white
From right to wrong and wrong to right
We just keep going ‘cause we can’t stop
From side to side and wall to wall
From north to south and some to all
We can’t decide what is the right call