Cold blood flowing through the veins of me and all of my friends
Still, love can be pumped out of our hearts
This start might be the end

There's no drama here
Psycho-analyse for I'm a Negro
Just trying to get by on very little
Missiles get guided through to our world
Tell me, tell me that I'm wrong, Lord

This stuff just tears me up
You are cool as a cucumber
When you shout out: Nigga, don't interrupt!
There's no drama here: Psycho-analyse for I'm a Negro
Just trying to get by on very little
Missiles get guided through to our world