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A Song For You If You Don’t Like The Color Of My Skin

 

You say that we can stay forever
The color of our skin don’t matter
But then you drive on downtown
And everybody turns around

Staring staring at my face
Like I am someone out of place
My brown hands and brown eyes
Calling out all your lies

You say no walls will be build today
What about tomorrow? Watcha say?
The side eyes and mocking grins
Isn’t it clear we don’t fit in?

Staring staring at my face
Like I am someone out of place
My brown hands and brown eyes
Calling out all your lies

Coffee shops and city streets
Give me some space I want to see
Be a part of all the love and light
But all I get is being pushed out of sight

Stop staring staring at my face
I ain’t someone out of place
I live clean and honest, pay my dues
I’m not giving you any excuse

So stop staring staring at my face
I ain’t someone out of place

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