white child

from my hands to my eyes

sand to the sky

lean back and i close my eyes

everything i do is almost right

when i play the white child

some days when i don't feel right

some days when my coat don't fit right

that's when i get degradation

in bath i had separation

everyone was stoned white

if it's not enough

if everything did agree

if my mother could stand up

i think she would agree

now where can i hide?

nowhere feels right

lean back and i close my eyes

saw the film and i cried all night

when you played the white child

your face

i can see at night

lipstick and your hair just right

if you put me in the situation

i'm scared to make the wrong decision

everything is stoned white

'cause if it's not enough

and everything did agree

if my mother could stand up

i think she would agree