what is life but a flag to haul down? Because it's hard, hard To shake off your scars When they're all you are Yes it's hard, hard To shake off your scars
comes again We stand here together and prepare for the fray When today could leave our history in flames I look on the faces that oppression has greyed The scars
The scars in the wind Guiding my path to the dark The breath of the silent night Approaching from a distance Wings I cut a thousand cuts Streams run (
, By the faces that smile from their colour T.V.s. They'll steal your dreams--remove them surgically (but leave you scars so deep and lasting), God is
a mass murderer, friends who got the dirt on her, foes who never heard of her wild style, my mouth gone to train up, I spit Krolyon in five colours, when
you and every word is true The colour that suits you is blue You think you're too heavy, trying mess, don't fuck with me Can't you see that your games run
Across the plateau no clouds storm the sky, Above the riverbed the world's run dry, I beat the air, for those who hear, And through the night my call
For the youths in the struggle Fighting Guerilla warfare Somalia to Ethiopia From Egypt to Zimbabwe Haile Selassie say ah war if colour is a scar If
for you And every word is true The colour that suits you is blue You think you're too heavy Trying mess don't fk with me Can't you see that your games run
the art Got a brain a la carte I make the babies cry I ain't one of the crowd I ain't one of the guys They just avoid me They run and they hide Are my colours
... I believed if time passes,everything turns into beauty If the rain stop, tears clean the scars of memory away. Everything starts wearing fresh colours
