Paroles de White Lies
There isn't much confidence left in the atomic ageThe thermometer of public sense is not a useful gauge
Anything you read, is probably a lie
Anything you read it's a white lie
One thing I'll tell ya I think is odd
Black folks praying to a white god
A wooden cross, hang it on your wall
A wooden cross, never stopped anybody's fall
Some folks is weak, some need a crutch
I may be weak but not that much
Black folks praying to a white god
A wooden cross, hang it on your wall
A wooden cross, never stopped anybody's fall
Some folks is weak, some need a crutch
I may be weak but not that much
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