| LYRICS Stop, yield, go All these things we know Proceed with caution But no parking.... The lot is full It's this traffic that keeps us here There's no walking till the white man appears Green light shining the signal is clear I've heard it's hard to breathe with these rules Coming down in the summer heat Where to go to find relief? The time has come to get things done Blow your horn, sound the trumpet Let's be bold Before another year passes by No entry allowed Unless you look like me Talk like me Dress like we do Yeah, it's this unspoken crime That keeps us down... And nobody listens Unless you're young, stupid and loud Red hand flashing better stand your ground |
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