They say that the white man
Just can’t sing the blues
But I’ve got a hole in my pocket
And a hole down in my shoes
Do you judge a book by its cover
Or need to read between the lines
Been double-crossed by your lost lover
Before your heart could see the signs?
It depends on where you heard it
And how you translate fake news
It depends on how you word it
And the language that you use
They say the black man’s burden
Is what the blues is for
But there’s a law for the rich
And another for the poor
Some of our best friends are coloured
They’re easy to recognise
They’ve got the truth in their soul
And it’s reflected in their eyes
Lyndon Queripel
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