[Verse 1: Joe Horton:]

Grew up with a father who grew up in the south
Racism died, but the body still warm
Great great grandmother was born a slave
Chains went soft but her money got gone
Night got cold ‘ Rent got high
High went crack and a grown man rot
Pot went crime ‘ Peace went criminal
Similar to LSD, the less we know the better
Color doesn't matter if we’re all in it together
Indebted to a master class and stay huddled in a mass of addicted infants
Up each other’s ass for a chance to fit in
But the pup got unplugged from the teet
Stopped pissing on your leg just to get a treat
Took a deep breath and smelled the milk, like
Scratch that syrup, I’ll take an ipecac – neat

[Verse 2: Crescent Moon:]

Boom ‘ There goes another reason to consume
The gas fumes, the bathroom drugs
And the half moon hanging so low it tattoos your guilt
With fast food and pill
Cuz cash rules your will
Tell me what’s the color of your collar
It might determine the color of your sin
Or the number of your dollars
So follow no leaders ‘ No kings
They all so elitist ‘ Every time we rise up
They put a bottle between us and let us FIGHT
Over poison or unemployment
Any the vices we might just fill the void with
They numb the voices ‘ Tongue is voided
Got their cross-hairs on the young and boisterous
Get up or get get get get down
911 ‘ 666 ‘ your town
Pick a side ‘ Where you gonna hide when they both fail?
How long before the snake swallows its own tail?

[Chorus: Horton & Crescent Moon:]

Orange, white, or blue ‘ A collar is still a collar
Orange, white, or blue ‘ Your collar is still a collar, sir
Orange, white, or blue ‘ A collar is still a collar
What c-color are you? ‘ What c-color are you?