The color of skin doesn't begin to shape my point of view

I don't believe it makes you take leave of what's in your mind

if I were blind I think I would find it just doesn't matter

the world is ripped apart by the fools some of us have

no heart hate colored tools the sex of a mate sparks a debate

which one is better I would submit for you to admit we

both need each other we both have a mind and you soon

will find you can do anything too difference is good

if only you could appreciate what's not like you why

the hate it's not so great we've lost a lot of friends

I'll begin to understand I'm different in your eyes

too I'll learn to trust you're a threat not who you are

but what you do in the end we'll depend on who I am and what I do