yes, and lesser poverties
I was born to privilege that I did not see
Like a pigment in my skin,
I didn't know it, but my way was paved
A place when asked where you from,
some people tend to hesitate
as if maybe you didn't read
I was born to ignorance and privilege
My dad ran a printing press,
May have seen it as a child,
Didn't know it but my way was paved
We moved from a city street
To a house on a gravel road
Where I learned to be alive
Where I'll walk, run, and ride
That's where I want to come alive
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
Oh, got to grow and go to school,
work at home and dream at night
Never went through a war,
never great depression bore
Didn't know what my way was paved
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
yes, and lesser poverties
I was born to privilege that I did not see
Like a peck mounted by skin,
Cause I was born to ignorance