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