His old man was a rebel yeller
He say, can't trust a coloured feller'
He'd judge em' by the tone of their skin
And he was raised to think like his dad
On the road to no where fast
'Till the greats of god got in his way
And he saw the light and hit his knees
And cried and said a prayer
He rose up a brand new man
Left the old one right there
She was born with her mothers
Guess you could say it's in her blood
She hates that she's gotta have it
She'd love to kill that bottle
But all she can think about is a better life
And everyone she's letting down
She throws that bottle down
Thank god for those who make it