Come to my door, baby Face is clean and shining black as night My mama went to answer You know that you looked so fine Now I could understand the tears & the shame She called you boy instead of your name When she wouldn't let you inside When she turned and said "But honey, he's not our kind" Walk me down to school, baby Everybody's acting deaf and blind Until they turn and say "Why don't you stick to your own kind" My teachers all laugh, their smirking stares Cutting deep down in our affairs Preachers of equality Think they believe it Then why won't they just let us be?…
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