Two boys on a playground Tryin' to push each other down See the crowd gather 'round Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd CHORUS Black gold in a white flight Fill up the tank let's go for a ride I don't care about no wheelchair I got so much left to do with my life Moving backwards through time Never learn never mind That side's yours, this side's mine Brother you ain't my kind Black soldier, white fight Fill up the tank let's go for a ride Sure like to feel some pride But this place just makes me feel sad inside Mother do you know where your kids are tonight Keeps the kids off the streets Gives 'em something to do, something to eat This spot was a playground This flat land used to be a town CHORUS
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