[It's just between you and me]
[I've got something' to say]
[I
Colored People
[1, 1, 1, 1... 2, 2, 2, 2... 3,
I live a simple life, I take a day at
I keep trying to find a life
On my own apart
Separated, I cut myself clean
From a past that comes back
What would people think
When they hear that I’m a jesus
Under these circumstances they can hardly cope
Notice their fleeting glances
In my mind, I can see Your face
As Your
Well, I'm Catherine Morgan
And I'm the next-door neighbor to the
Bombarded by philosophies that satisfy the surface
I flee to something
a preacher shuns his brother
cuz his bride's a different color
and