What’s worse than dying?
It’s living by crying.
Every time I hear mention of race.
Can’t you say it straight to my face?
Talk to a girl, but I am just a friend.
Talk to a guy, I am a threat.
Why you judge me from my looks?
I have enough trouble with my books.
All I want is, get to know me.
You will find, I’m not a bee.
I am not black or white.
If I say I’m yellow, it’s trite.
See who I am really at soul.
No matter if you see me foul.