judging by the colors only raise the covers cause i m tired of these privileged bloodsuckers culture don t mean nothing they don t care about it one bit i m tired of these privileged bloodsuckers mmm scatting baby what we racin through the red light baby what we flyin through the blue baby our freedom s many lovers how many you color blind too baby open the book don t stare at the cover whatever it reads i know you will recover let itlet it paint a picture i know it comes in colors every color of the rainbow don t you know the beauty of the world is not transparent no matter how you sell it baby baby baby baby baby what we racin through the red light baby what we flyin through the blue our freedom s many lovers how many you color blind too  my brothers we are home my sisters we are home claro que s claro que s claro que s claro que s