Everything Has to Be Just-So

(For your eyes...)
They say the White Man is never the same way twice
They say the White Man has no soul.
They say the Black Man only knows jungle justice.
They say the Brown Man he's a filthy Indian.
They say an Indian doesn't come from India.
They say the Yellow Man can't drive.
They say an inbetween man has no people.
They say a woman has no mind of her own.
Ya know, they say a lot of things.
they say it's all in the cards.
they say a dream come true is a nightmare
but it took more than dreams to get here.
[c]
Nothing much is left to chance
See the sun, only at a glance
Everything has to be just-so
Let them say what they want
let's see whose hands have the most blisters.
let them try to pull down the stars
that world created by your brothers and sisters
in a perfect world we all have 40 acres and a mule
but this ain't a perfect world, it's a perfect stone
the Earth may shake us all down to hell
whichever of the winds may blow, may they blow on
[c]
A cloak (?) to be dead
Our hearts so there's something to lose
A diamond for your eyes
And our spade to dig with, to dig with
[c]