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."