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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(chorus)
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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 "
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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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(chorus)
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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 "
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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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(chorus)
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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
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Translucent Soul
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Ellis Paul |