Brown Eyes

I have brown eyes just like you, so why can't I stand here beside you?

Familiar eyes see different lives, they're not the same

I'll never be your family, am I to blame? Maybe

Will you ever see through to me?

The way that I walk, the way that I talk ain't good enough for you

If the tone of my skin still won't let me in, what more can I do?

Year after year, you ask me "what are you made of?"

Still I hear "you ain't one of us

You ain't one of us, you oughta go 'til we know what you know"