| I get a call from Vance he’s an old friend
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| He’s got some you-won't-believe-story to share
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| He’s the place that I go when I need someone who knows me
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| He brings the smile of a billionaire
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| And I laugh when he pretends he’s a white guy
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| 'Cause he knows how bad I fail playing black
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| He says, «If even you could, I don’t advise that you should
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| 'Cause once you go there you might not want to turn back»
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| There isn’t a thing
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| In this God-all-mighty world that I wouldn’t do
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| To help him outta trouble
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| Seein' as how we’re friends and
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| That goes deeper than skin can go
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| To a translucent soul
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| Deeper than color will show
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| Translucent soul
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| He says, «Now, you and I, I know we look a little different
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| But, I was raised middle class, same as you
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| But, let’s make it clear even on the way here
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| I had to watch for blue lights in the rear view «He says, «Last week, I was visiting L.A.,
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| Walking the streets where the riots went down
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| You got black killing black killing black killing black
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| While all the whites were sweating bullets across town»
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| He says, «In L.A., they’re whispering race war
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| Like it’s something that has yet to begin
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| Like they can plug up the cracks
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| In four hundred years of history
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| And prove that the melting pot’s not broken»
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| He says, «In the event of some unlikely disaster
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| We find ourselves armed, and face to face «I said, «I'd turn around, I would protect your ground»
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| He said, «I'd do the same thing for you at your place»
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| There isn’t a thing
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| In this God-all-mighty world that he wouldn’t do
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| To help me outta trouble. |
| .
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| Embrace what you have in common
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| Celebrate what sets you apart
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| It takes more than the color
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| That you find on a palate
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| To turn humanity into an art
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| Into the form of an art
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| Translucent soul
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| Translucent soul
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| Soul |