歌词
Southbound 280, I travel towards Race St
Traffic keeps me from the church
Where I plan to play games with others
Whose names I can't follow but faces stick to me
Stronger then rice does that mom made when I was in school
Back to the church that is sitting on Race St
I wait to play games with 9 others
A game that we learned as young children
But products have taught us that winning is better
Then fun as young children and scuffling wins in the end
Play nice, the teacher in school gave us instructions
But children in school grow up to be cowboys
Who like to watch cattle be tortured for fun
Entertainment on this day a game turns to fighting
A black man landing on my upper lip formed from some tissue
I still feel a lump from where fist turns to a weapon
On this day I wonder how fighting wins over a peace train
A song with a vision much stronger than my will
Could ask for lying here
Useless on this day where skies are much bluer than oceans
And mountains are closer than most things
But I choose a blanket of warmth and a screen that could never fight back
My thoughts are including the church that is sitting on Race St. today
