My brother and I once lived together as one
But life was bad for me back then
You see, he’s white while I’m not
But, these are all rules set but mortal men
And I’ve often wondered why they said such thing,
Things that really hurt me deep inside,
While they pretended they were kings.
Now I’ve come to realize that they lied
Because we are all equal
And even though our skins don’t match
Everybody should be entitled to follow his own will
But if I said this, the jail door behind me they’d latch!
Now, I know these words may not mean a lot
But the truth is, they all I’ve still got.
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