Ubuntu

I walked out of my house into my driveway
Pulled out the keys
And jumped right in for a spin around to clear my foggy head
When I hear the blaring horn from a pickup truck

He pulls up right beside me with
Certain gesticulations
Makes me wonder how we can co-exist in
Such a divided nation, in my head I sing out

A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu, yeah
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu

On a trip out to L.A. one day I met
A pretty little thing on a turbo jet
Spoke of blessings and hit on some topics important to her
But I just did not get

She spent so much time just
Trying to get her way
Always having to walk a fine line, but if
She knew this one thing I had to say

A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu, yeah
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu

It's not about who you are
It's about all we could be
In order to heal some scars
We need to grow together equally

A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu, yeah
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu

Whoa, yeah, yeah

A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu, yeah
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu
A little of me, a little of you, ubuntu



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Richards
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