My skin was dark from my past People used to point at me Even at my mom Even at my dad who was black, and in the army People whisper behind my back Said this and said that I always had tears in my eyes Although I was young I saw my mother's sadness
Everything seemed like it was my fault Because of my guilt I washed my face everytime during the day With my tears I melt the white soap I always hated my dark skin why O why Does the world judge me When I hate the world I close my eyes
I put my soul into the music my father gave me I feel the volume And fly higher and higher Far away la musique
(When I hate the world) (Music soothes me) (you gotta hold on) (and love yourself) (When I hate the world) (Music raises me up) (so you gotta be strong) (you gotta hold on) (and love yourself)
Time passed and I was thirteen My skin was dark brown Music doesn't judge color They give me light I lead my music We lean on eachother I don't feel lonely Then one day I was given a chance I held on to my microphone
And suddenly I was on stage I say goodbye to music and ask it to come back Then I became nineteen I have to lie I put white makeup over my face They told me to wear a mask They said my mom's race was okay But not my dad's Every year my age was nineteen During times when time stopped
I felt like I was in jail And I leaned on myself I spent endless, painful days I ignored their warnings And because I missed music I tried to escape But no, I got caught I prayed all night And now I'm freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
