Red conglomerations that withstand, uphold, endure
Cite the Ten Commandments, We the People are Not Sure
Through the futures past if we'll chart out to some place new
I wish that you would look at me like how I look at you
Dead men thank their lucky stars for one last heaven meal
White men walk in khakis when they know no need to steal
New men don't exist, there is no picture, just a clue
I wish that you would look at me like how I look at you
Fed a real battalion to the lion in his den
Might be rough to stomach, sought electable, but then
Blue rings connect yin and yang, leave little left to steal
I wish someone would look at me and tell me what to feel
Hardiness makes me a mess like 105 North Tower
Purity, in a sense, dyes dynamic by the valour
The color of the Chief suggests in something wise and true
I wish that you would look at me like how I look at you
