Hands tied behind his back
Face divided by the bars
It smells deeply of garbage
And the lights are dim
Everything is dark
Just like his skin
A white man comes by
Face a straight line
In the dark i see no difference Between daddy and this man
But when i ask momma why
Why we are thought of as different
All she says is
Sometimes to a white man
The darkest color stands out,
Even in the dimmest of lights
Face divided by the bars
It smells deeply of garbage
And the lights are dim
Everything is dark
Just like his skin
A white man comes by
Face a straight line
In the dark i see no difference Between daddy and this man
But when i ask momma why
Why we are thought of as different
All she says is
Sometimes to a white man
The darkest color stands out,
Even in the dimmest of lights
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