Blanco y Negro

I ask for your forgiveness
'Cause what I never sought was to make you suffer
Judge like you know what I’m doing
I don’t know what it means, it’s got me almost not writing
But I’ve got dozens of themes locked in a drawer
Under lock and key that will never see the light of day
I don’t know what you expect if you can’t find the meaning
'Cause there’s that worry

Black and white, they don’t see the color
I’m pulling the good from the mistake
'Cause I don’t want to stop
I don’t have time to waste
I gotta do, overflow, give back
What my mother or my father gave me
It wasn’t faith or God that made me see
Why keep chasing the mask of pain
But I go out and all I see is people losing their minds

Black and white, they don’t see the color
I’m pulling the good from the mistake
'Cause I don’t want to stop
I don’t have time to waste
I gotta do, overflow, give back
What my mother or my father gave me
It wasn’t faith or God that made me see
Why keep chasing the mask of pain

But I go out and all I see is people who, I don’t know what they aspire to
Others who look at me and judge
Stacking up hate, I used to do that on paper when I wrote
I want to get away from the radio, and even though it would make me mad
I’d give anything to find meaning in this life
'Cause living like this isn’t living for me
Say what you want, I don’t agree with the majority
I’d rather go alone, with just the guitar solo
Of Eric Clapton, Jimmy Page, and you don’t see what Diego said

I was surprised to hear how he would name
By the name of Nikone referring to that day
What pisses me off the most is that more than one from the whole family
Only cares about sitting in the front row
And then they ask for a picture
They say to take care of myself a bit
I don’t give a damn, but I play it cool
I try to do it, explain it
But they can’t see it
They ask if I can sign it
I’m the fool for doing it
Hey, David, when can I call him
Without the intention of asking even once about Diego
That’s when I sit and think about everything that’s changed
But for me, it hasn’t changed, dad, if I see him, I don’t believe it

Black and white, and they don’t see the color
I’m pulling the good from the mistake
'Cause I don’t want to stop
I don’t have time to waste
I gotta do, overflow, give back
What my mother or my father gave me
It wasn’t faith or God that made me see
Why keep chasing the mask of pain
But I go out and all I see is people losing their minds

Black and white, and they don’t see the color
I’m pulling the good from the mistake
'Cause I don’t want to stop
I don’t have time to waste
I gotta do, overflow, give back
What my mother or my father gave me
It wasn’t faith or God that made me see
Why keep chasing the mask of pain