Lyrics

Manuels, Black & White

Back in the days of
Innocence, I suppose
We were kids and Susan did
Ask me about my strange nose

I never realized
It was different than hers
Or anyone else around me so I
Hung on her words

Went home to my Dad, he said
"Be proud of your nose,
With it's unique form, it's where your
Heritage shows, because you're

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Half of this and a
Sixteenth that
Eighth Scoom-Bump-Wow-Blip
Quarter Falya-Cleave-Splat

Cousins with every brother on the
Beverly block and when the
Music would play the
Neighborhood stopped to bop

Everybody included
I am rooted in scat
The tune is half of this and
A sixteenth that

Back in junior high
They said I wasn't bright
I couldn't be her cousin
'cause my skin is too light

How are you related
Someone's story ain't right
Internally debated 'til I
Got home that night

"Daddy," I said, "Susan says it's
Black or it's White." He said it's
Time you see our family tree
Sit back and sit tight, because you're

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Nowadays the way we get
Offended gives me the blues
Susan was inquisitive but
Never was rude

She inspired questions
I might not have addressed
And with or without answers
I would love no one less

It seems today the surest way to
Buy into the fight is when the
Gray's ignored in praise of
Just black or just white, when we're all

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