[Verse 1: Joe Horton:]

Grew up with a father who grew up in the south
Racism died, but the body still warm
Great great grandmother was born a slave
Chains went soft and her money got gone
Night got cold ‘ Rent got high
High went crack and a grown man rot
Pot went crime ‘ Peace went criminal
Similar to LSD, the less we know the better
Color doesn't matter if we’re all in it together
Indebted to a master class and stay huddled in a mass of addicted infants
Up each other’s [bad word] for a chance to fit in
But the pup got unplugged from the teet
Stopped [bad word] on your leg just to get a treat
Took a deep breath and smelled the milk, like
Scratch that [bad word]  I’ll take an ipecac – neat

[Verse 2: Crescent Moon:]

Boom ‘ There goes another reason to consume
The gas fumes, the bathroom [bad word] And the half moon hanging so low it tattoos your guilt
With fast food and pill
Cuz [bad word] your will
Tell me what’s the color of your collar
It might determine the color of your sin
Or the number of your dollars
So follow no leaders ‘ No kings
They all so elitist ‘ Every time we rise up
They put a bottle between us and let us FIGHT
Over poison or unemployment
Any the vices we might just fill the void with
They numb the voices ‘ Tongue is voided
Got their cross-hairs on the young and boisterous
Get up or get get get get down
911 ‘ 666 ‘ your town
Pick a side ‘ Where you gonna hide when they both fail?
How long before the snake swallows its own tail?
 [bad word]  Horton & Crescent Moon:]

Orange, white, or blue ‘ collar is still a collar
Orange, white, or blue ‘ Your collar is still a collar, sir
Orange, white, or blue ‘ collar is still a collar
What c-color are you? ‘ What c-color are you?