When I was born, I was black.
When I grow up, I'm black.
When I'm ill, When I die, I'm black.
But you - When you're born, you're pink.
When you grow up, you're white.
When you're ill, you're green.
When you go out in the sun, you go red.
When you're cold, you go blue.
When you die, you're purple.
And you have the nerve to call me Colored?
Post by You Can't Fix Stupid on Feb 24, 2015 22:17:54 GMT -5
@ryaninthehouse for adding new spice to The Wall
The irony of man's condition is that the deepest need is to be free of the anxiety of death and annihilation; but it is life itself which awakens it, and so we must shrink from being fully alive. - Ernest Becker