I was born to ignorance, yes, and lesser poverties I was born to privilege that I did not see Lack of pigment in my skin, won a free and easy in I didn't know it, but my way was paved
I grew up a Catholic boy, in a northeastern state A place when asked 'Where you from', some people tend to hesitate Reply a little late, as if maybe you didn't rate I was born to privilege and ignorance.
My dad ran a printing press, a tag and label factory I may have seen it as a child, now a distant memory Almost too faint to see, dark red brick factory I didn't know it but my way was paved
We moved from a city street, shortly after I arrived To a house on a gravel road, where I learned to be alive Crawl, walk, run and ride, that's where I learned to come alive I didn't know it, but my way was paved
If the wind is at your back and you never turn around You may never know the wind is there You may never hear the sound
Got to grow and go to school, work at home and dream at night Even be a college fool, like I had any right Never went through a war, never Great Depression poor I didn't know it, but my way was paved
Nose to the grindstone, shoulder to the wheel Back against the wall, maybe you know how it feels
If the wind is at your back and you never turn around You may never know the wind is there You may never hear the sound
I was born to ignorance, yes, and lesser poverties I was born to privilege that I did not see Lack of pigment in my skin, won a free and easy in I didn't know it but my way was paved I was born to ignorance and privilege.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
