The Mean Between Extremes

Yesterday's sorrow

Not forgot in tomorrow

Stolen just like a baby

In a world full of maybes

For the thought of a dollar

And taught hate of a color

Born two days 'til we play the routine

Of a game that's so old and obscene

Today all the troubles exceed

As the media helps destroy dreams

With a duke and a reverend it seems

We can't find the mean between extremes

Then go

I've heard too many white boys

Talk of nights with a black toy

And they return to work the next day

And they think in a different way

They talk of a less man

Of a cheap and oppressed man

Funny how it seems that some never even see

What's been built and been taught to believe

Is it thought that some races don't bleed?

Or that pain is just something for me?

If you think that, then brother you'll see

The blood will just spill to eternity

Hey

Is it thought that some races don't bleed?

Or that pain is just something for me?

With a duke and a reverend it seems

We can't find the mean between extremes

All right