He was born down in the ghetto
He was raised on the fear of the city streets of black America
Baptised a God fearing man
But there's a southern religion that would crucify the black american
The black American
Listen up now
Hey man don't be a fool
All of the colours are beautiful
Hey man don't be a fool
A flag cries and the colours bleed for you
Red, white and blue
His money's good in any white man's store
But his credit is zero on account of being born in black America
He was not born on the 4th of July
But he went down to the Gulf and died for black America
For black America
Listen up now
Hey man don't be a fool
All of the colours are beautiful
Hey man don't be a fool
A flag cries and the colours bleed for you
Red, white and blue
Hey people listen up to what I've got to say
There are many kind of people trying to relate
To the brothers and the sisters on the ghetto way
We've got to cross that bridge and conquer hate
Keep on crossing 'til there comes a time
When the colour of a man is not emphasised
Like the earth, the wind, the morning sky
Until the Indian Nation is recognised
If I was to be judged by the colour of my eyes
I'd be a little green man not black and not white
Don't judge a book by it's cover
Don't judge a man by his colour
It's a beautiful thing
It's a beautiful thing
He was born down in the ghetto
He was raised on the fear of the city streets of black America
He was not born on the 4th of July
But he went down to the Gulf and died for all America
For all America
Listen up now
Hey man don't be a fool
All of the colours are beautiful
Hey man don't be a fool
A flag cries and the colours bleed for you
Red, white and blue
Don't judge a book by it's cover
Don't judge a man by his colour
It's a beautiful thing
It's a beautiful thing
Don't judge a book by it's cover
Don't judge a man by his colour
It's a beautiful thing
It's a beautiful thing
He was raised on the fear of the city streets of black America
Baptised a God fearing man
But there's a southern religion that would crucify the black american
The black American
Listen up now
Hey man don't be a fool
All of the colours are beautiful
Hey man don't be a fool
A flag cries and the colours bleed for you
Red, white and blue
His money's good in any white man's store
But his credit is zero on account of being born in black America
He was not born on the 4th of July
But he went down to the Gulf and died for black America
For black America
Listen up now
Hey man don't be a fool
All of the colours are beautiful
Hey man don't be a fool
A flag cries and the colours bleed for you
Red, white and blue
Hey people listen up to what I've got to say
There are many kind of people trying to relate
To the brothers and the sisters on the ghetto way
We've got to cross that bridge and conquer hate
Keep on crossing 'til there comes a time
When the colour of a man is not emphasised
Like the earth, the wind, the morning sky
Until the Indian Nation is recognised
If I was to be judged by the colour of my eyes
I'd be a little green man not black and not white
Don't judge a book by it's cover
Don't judge a man by his colour
It's a beautiful thing
It's a beautiful thing
He was born down in the ghetto
He was raised on the fear of the city streets of black America
He was not born on the 4th of July
But he went down to the Gulf and died for all America
For all America
Listen up now
Hey man don't be a fool
All of the colours are beautiful
Hey man don't be a fool
A flag cries and the colours bleed for you
Red, white and blue
Don't judge a book by it's cover
Don't judge a man by his colour
It's a beautiful thing
It's a beautiful thing
Don't judge a book by it's cover
Don't judge a man by his colour
It's a beautiful thing
It's a beautiful thing