Sole And The Skyrider Band - Black lyrics

We take food from food, we put pressure on pressure We fill open spaces with dead time, no one knows whats real Whats vague enough to be a hit Or white babies dancing in the fields, some see planes and think "Where will I go"? Elsewhere, some see planes and are shattered into stars I close my eyes all I see is blood, all anyone wants is a soft bed in a cell We get a hard sell and there's nothing left to buy So we throw up our hands like it's a stick up or a New York rap show Or someone being held in a stress position, reaching for a god that ain't there Forced to confess for slitting a politician's throat But that b**h is still running around And I'm still pouring halos in my roof, trying to find a higher power Or strain the chlorine out of my drinking water Paying taxes is white power, success is white powder My grandmothers ashes were white and gray powder in the snow Tell me whats real, I'll tell you if its false And I'll be more real than living in the dark A picture is worth a thousand words I should pose more and write less Don't talk about the war Our boys will be home by the time this album drops And no one will ever die again, and then we're gonna live like the Jetsons... Which side are you on? Whether we're living up to ugliness, or standing up for whats good Some sleep with rotting fish heads, maggots avoid me while I dance around disaster And you'll thank me when I'm powerful, I'd help everyone Powers a lukewarm drink, I like mine bottled at the source I never liked ambition, but give me a second chance I don't wanna get blood in your limo, I couldn't afford an ambulance When I die, bury pieces of me in the places I've loved Or take what's left in the urn, down down down I'm the warden's favorite, he pours petrol in my grits Hates my 9-11 jokes, gives me a broom and tells me to clean the forest Meanwhile they need us, we spread love with uranium bullets Back then we taught Leviticus in Spanish by musket Red cloud was a friend of mine, I told him I wouldn't let that sh** stand Now on his land they say act like a professional, you have to pray on the poor And they say, be a gentlemen and then you never ever see the poor Its a fools errand to work for others your life long I just wanna get drunk around a camp fire and sing union songs Red is coming back Black is coming back Black is the new forest green Black is the new ruby red Atomic white is the new neon d**h is the color of white Grays is the new blues And charred black is the new spring condominium