Too bad, I feel for you, it's sad as hell to see You're runnin' with the blinders on, just stay away from me You blame it on your parents, yeah, your strict conditioning So bogged down in the ignorance, you're bumping into things
(Chorus) See the boy out running, born without a mind He's got his pride and everything, born without a mind
Maybe you're not out and open with your f*cked up views And you don't use the "n-word", that is something you refuse Intolerance that's quiet, makes it just as bad it seems It's one way or another, you can't have it in between