White Child

From my hands to my eyes Sand to the sky Lean back and I close my eyes Everything I do is almost right When I play the White Child Some days when I don't feel right Some days when my coat don't fit right That's when I get degradation In Bath I had separation Everyone was stoned white If it's not enough If everything did agree If my mother could stand up I think she would agree Now where can I hide Nowhere feels right Lean back and I close my eyes Saw the film and I cried all night When you played the White Child Your face, I can see at night Lipstick and your hair just right If you put me in the situation I'm scared to make the wrong decision Everything is stoned white Cause if it's not enough And everything did agree If my mother could stand up I think she would agree