SKIN

© 1982 LIMB RECORDS/LOST AND FOUND, BOX 305 LEWISTON, NY, 14092. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

WHAT'S THE MATTER DON'T YOU LIKE THE COLOR OF MY SKIN? WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH THE CLOTHES I'M WEARING AND THE PLACE I'M LIVING IN? DOES IT MEAN WE CAN'T GET ALONG? DOES IT MEAN THAT I AM WRONG? WHAT'S THE MATTER BROTHER WITH MY SKIN?

DOES IT MEAN THAT I'M NOT FREE? DOES IT MAKE YOU MORE THAN ME? OH WHEN WILL IT END AND HOW DID IT EVER BEGIN? WHAT'S THE MATTER, BROTHER, WITH MY SKIN?

TELL ME NOW, I'VE GOT TO KNOW. DOES IT MEAN THAT I SHOULD GO? I JUST WANT TO BE EQUAL, I'M NOT TRYING TO WIN. WHAT'S THE MATTER, BROTHER, WITH MY SKIN?

YESTERDAY YOU STOOD IN THE STREET AND YOU KILLED MY ONLY SON. YOU TOOK AWAY HIS LIFE BEFORE HIS LIFE HAD REALLY BEGUN. WE'D STRUGGLED SO HARD TO MAKE IT AS A FAMILY THESE YEARS. BUT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MY LONELY BEGGING TEARS. YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW MY CHILD YET YOU THOUGHT THAT HE SHOULD DIE. CAN YOU TELL ME BROTHER CAN YOU TELL ME WHY?

YOU TEACH YOUR CHILDREN NOT TO JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER. BUT WHAT WILL YOU TELL THEM ABOUT THE FIGHT THAT THEY'LL DISCOVER? WILL YOU TEACH YOUR CHILDREN THAT THEY'RE NOT TO PLAY WITH MINE? OH WHY WON'T SOMEONE TRY TO CHANGE THINGS, I THINK THAT IT'S ABOUT TIME.

WHY CAN'T I JUST BE A MEMBER OF YOUR CITY? WITHOUT YOU RUNNING OUT TO FORM YOURSELVES A COMMITTEE, THAT DECIDES WHERE I WILL WORK AND DECIDES WHERE I WILL LIVE AND DECIDES WHAT I WILL MAKE AND DECIDES WHAT I WILL GIVE? WHY CAN'T YOU JUST TAKE THE TIME TO LOOK INSIDE OF ME? OR ARE YOU AFRAID THERE MIGHT BE SOME SIMILARITY?

IS THE PROBLEM REALLY JUST THE FACT THAT I HAVE MOVED IN? OR COULD IT BE IN YOUR REACTION TO MY SKIN?