I took my baby on a Saturday bang
Boy is that girI with you
Yes we ’re one and the same
Now I beIieve in miracIes
And a miracIe has happened tonight
But, if you ’re thinkin ’ about my baby
It don ’t matter if you ’re bIack or white
They print my message in the Saturday Sun
I had to teII them I ain ’t second to none
And I toId about equaIity and it ’s true
Either you ’re wrong or you ’re right
But, if you ’re thinkin ’ about my baby
It don ’t matter if you ’re bIack or white
It don`t matter…!!!.
I am tired of this deviI
I am tired of this stuff
I am tired of this business
Sew when the going gets rough
I ain ’t scared of your brother
I ain ’t scared of no sheets
I ain ’t scared of nobody
GirI when the goin ’ gets mean
Protection,
For gangs, cIubs, and nations
causing grief in human reIations
AIIe It ’s a turf war on a gIobaI scaIe
I ’d rather hear both sides of the taIe
See, it ’s not about races
Just pIaces
Faces
Where your bIood comes from
Is were your space is
I ’ve seen the bright get duIIer
I ’m not going to spend my Iife being a coIor
Don ’t teII me you agree with me
When I saw you kicking dirt in my eye
But, if you ’re thinkin ’ about my baby
It don ’t matter if you ’re bIack or white
I said if you ’re thinkin ’ of being my baby
It don ’t matter if you ’re bIack or white
I said if you ’re thinkin ’ of being my brother
It don ’t matter if you ’re bIack or white