the mean between extremes

yesterday's sorrow, not forgot in tomorrow, stolen just like a baby, in a world full of maybes, for the thought of a dollar, and taught hate of a color, born two days 'til we play the routine, of a game that's so old and obscene, today all the troubles exceed, as the media helps destroy dreams, with a duke and a reverend it seems, we can't find the mean between extremes, then go, i've heard too many white boys, talk of nights with a black toy, and they return to work the next day, and they think in a different way, they talk of a less man, of a cheap and oppressed man, funny how it seems that some never even see, what's been built and been taught to believe, is it thought that some races don't bleed?, or that pain is just something for me?, if you think that, then brother you'll see, the blood will just spill to eternity, hey, is it thought that some races don't bleed?, or that pain is just something for me?, with a duke and a reverend it seems, we can't find the mean between extremes, all right