This was on my mind,
Mind.
More than just one time,
One time.
All of us did night rides,
Rides.
All got me uptight.
Uptight.
Upti-i-ght...

Whoa-oh.

When separates divide,
Divide.
Because of black and white,
And white.
Man that just ain't right.
Right.
Why they so uptight?
Uptight.
Upti-i-ght...

Whoa-oh...

Whoa-oh-oh...

Yeah.

16 lines is what I had,
And let me tell you, little brothers,
Would you like it in a bag?
She could never find the time,
Or give to me what was mine.
I can never understand
The reasoning behind the crueler man.
I can never tell her the things that I know.
That I know.

16 lines.

16 li-i-ines.