Seen a face I don't recognize
Making discord turn my face shadow
So confused, the word precise
It'll make you fit to moan or disorganize matter
All in your game (Who can understand all the pain?)
Ooh yeah (Cooper never feels your pain)
All in your game, game, game, game (All in your game)
In a space, come on, take a ride
To the vacuum inside where all our lives shatter
No dispute, yeah, that's no compromise
There are many definitions of sound and vision
There are many revelations of how and why
All in your game (Who can understand all the pain?)
Ooh yeah (Cooper never feels your pain)
All in your game, game, game, game (All in your game)
Dear Mr. Cooper
I believe that you're a man of musical taste
You will therefore be aware of the pain and heartache
That contradiction makes
They say music is a river
But it flows on regardless of the profits that make you shiver
So as we deliver the river
Your reply we anticipate
Mr. Cooper, yeah
Mr. Cooper, ooh
Mr. Cooper, yeah
Mr. Cooper
Your response was pure mental jazz
A sobering vastness (All my pain)
Where shiny ebony forms dance in dark glasses
Such a tragic display of my racial identity (Racial identity)
John Coltrane, Kwame Nkrumah (Racial identity)
Would all wear in their graves
As we stand here waiting to be saved (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mr. Cooper, yeah
Mr. Cooper, ooh
Mr. Cooper, yeah
Mr. Cooper
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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