Someone once told me that
There's only black and white
No grey
You must pick a side
So I asked them
Why, why, why
But then they stopped me and said
"You ask questions knowing that
You just won't accept my truth
And I'm knowing well
You'll beg for it, beg for it
When you're in the way of you
You."
I said, "the odds have shown me that
Anything worth question
Teaching in them
A lesson
So we don't repeat ourselves."
I said, "the odds have shown me that
Anything worth question
Teaching in them a lesson
So we don't repeat ourselves
Now, I'm knowing that
You and I have chose a side
You be black and I be white
We're walking in parallel lines
And we're, sometimes, intertwined
And we fuss and we fight
We're defensive all the time
Argue what is wrong and right
And we lose ourselves
Now who's in the way of who?"
I mean, the odds have shown me that
Anything worth questions
Teaching in them a lesson
So we don't repeat ourselves
I said, "the odds have shown me that
Anything worth progression
Needs askin' of questions
So we don't repeat ourselves."
Looking in the mirror
Staring deep within my soular
Asking all these questions
Like, "who has control?"
On my mind
Oh, my my, my love...
Could love be the only answer?
Could love be the only answer?
I'm searching within for answers..
Odds have shown me that
Anything worth questions
Teaching in them a lesson
So we don't repeat ourselves."
I said, "the odds have shown me that
Anything worth progression
Needs askin of questions
So we don't repeat ourselves."