Two boys on a playground Tryin' to push each other down See the crowd gather 'round Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd
Black gold in a white plight Won't you fill up the tank, let's go for a ride I don't care 'bout no wheelchair I've got so much left to do with my life
Moving backwards through time Never learn, never mind That side's yours, this side's mine Brother you ain't my kind
You're a black soldier, white fight Won't you fill up the tank, let's go for a ride Sure like to feel some pride But this place just makes me feel sad inside
Mother, do you know where your kids are tonight?
Keeps the kids off the streets Gives 'em something to do, something to eat This spot was a playground This flat land used to be a town
Black gold in a white plight Won't you fill up the tank, let's go for a ride Sure like to feel some pride But this place just makes me feel sad inside
Black gold in a white plight Won't you fill up the tank, let's go for a ride I don't care 'bout no wheelchair I've got so much left to do with my life
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