Little Boy,
should you be happy ‘cause your skin is white
Are you lucky ‘cause you’ve got a mother
to tuck you in at night
And your father owns two cars
and a motor bike.
You’re quiet little boy,
I can see the sand is soft beneath your feet,
And your play won't be hindered by the heat.
You and your friend, just you and your friend.
Well your mother looks away
When the black lady pays
at the corner store
for just bread a little more.
Well your father screams aloud
when caught in a crowd
and the black man passes by
brushing his coat and tie.
Little boy
Maybe you’ll be blamed for what has happened
And your friend
Maybe he’ll be deeply saddened
For the love you hold each other
Neither your father or your mother
could break it down
just because you’re white
and he is brown.
Maybe we could take a lesson from the children
Maybe we should take a lesson from your children.