A Man of This World - Corneille

I was born black and free

I was born in the cold

Cold was home to me

Until I was told

I was really from the South

So I traveled closer to the sun

But you see

Flesh burning beat

Got me crossing the sea

Back to the cold again

So here I am

Here I am

I’m a stranger

Anywhere I run to

Yes I am

A stranger

And I just can’t seem to

Find a race I could claim

The roots to my name

But who I am

Is a man of this world

This is my second shot

Winter’s smiling at me

I’m taking this shot

To be all I can be

So the next place I stop

Will be the land of the free

A place where a million of colors and dreams dwell

Sounds like a place to me, where someone might understand

Just who I am, who I am

I’m a stranger

Anywhere I run to

Yes I am

A stranger

And I just can’t seem to

Find a race I could claim

The roots to my name

But who I am

Is a man of this world

Now there’s this fuss about color

And everybody needs to belong

But take a minute to consider my perspective

You see, black kicked me out once

And white took me in

But white looked at me once

And nearly spat at my skin

I’m so confused, I’m so confused

About who I should hate

I figure I’ll just love them all

I’m a stranger

Anywhere I run to

Yes I am

A stranger

And I just can’t seem to

Find a race I could claim

The roots to my name

But who I am

Is a man of this world

I’m a stranger

Anywhere I run to

Yes I am

A stranger

And I just can’t seem to

Find a race I could claim

The roots to my name

But who I am

Is a man of this world

I’m a stranger

Anywhere I run to

Yes I am

A stranger

And I just can’t seem to

Find a race I could claim

The roots to my name

But who I am

Is a man of this world