I was born black and free.
I was born in the cold.
You see, cold was home to me
until I was told.
I was really from the south,
so I traveled
closer to the sun.
But you see,
flesh burning heat got me crossing the sea back to the cold
again.
So here I am.
Here I am.
I'm a stranger anywhere I run to.
Yes, I am a stranger,
and I just can't seem to find a race I could play.
The roots to my name, but who am I?
I'm a man of this world.
This is my second shot.
Winter smiling at me.
I'm taking this shot
to be all I can be.
So the next place I stop
will be the land of the free.
A place where a million of colors and dreams dwell.
Sounds like a place to me where someone might understand
just who I am, who I am.
I'm a stranger anywhere I run to.
Yes, I am
a stranger,
and I just can't seem to find a race I could play.
The roots to my name, but who am I?
I'm a man of this world.
Now there's this fuss about color.
And everybody needs to belong.
So take a minute to consider my perspective.
You see,
black kicked me out once, and white took me in.
But white looked at me once and nearly spread out my skin.
I'm so confused.
I'm so confused about who I should hate.
I figure I'll just love them all.
I'm
a stranger anywhere I run to.
Yes, I am a stranger,
and I just can't seem to find a race I could play.
The roots to my name, but who am I?
I'm a stranger anywhere I run to.
Yes, I am a stranger,
and I just can't seem to find a race I could play.
The roots to my name, but who am I?
I'm a stranger anywhere I run to.
Yes, I am
a stranger,
and I just can't seem to find a race I could play.
The roots to my name, but who am I?
I'm a man of this world.
I'm a man of this world.