Lyrics
This may sound like a story of hate
But inside, it’s a story of love…
She was raised in the 60’s and times change
Middle class family with an elevated mind frame
So they moved to where they felt more at, home
Among the folks who had thoughts of their, own
But their poor neighbors treated ‘em like outcasts
The first time the little girl learned about class
Segregation, based on income
But our stories’ just starting, wait till it’s done
Parents so loose, she felt, she lacked purpose
So she finished school and enlisted in the Service
Peacetime, but domestically a war zone
In a male based army, where you’re owned
Treated worse, simply based on her gender
Forced to obey, and salute, sex offenders
But wait, see the hate, only gets worse
Wonder how? Stick around for the next verse…
This may sound like a story of hate
But inside, it’s a story of love…
Army life, nothing nice, for a white girl
But in the dark, she would shine like a bright pearl
Met a man, fell in love with his, charm
She never knew, her love, could bring harm
Her white superiors, kept her in a hate prison
Finally she understood, real racism
All, cause her lover, was a brother
But she fell for his heart, not his skin color
In another country they conceived their, first child
And got married, they no longer, serve, now
Back, in America, “home of the free”
A family, all they wanted, to, be
White mommy, black daddy, little brown baby
Looking for a church to go to and it sounds crazy
Black church hot, white church cold, nothing warm
Three years later they found God, same year I was born…
This may sound like a story of hate
But inside, it’s a story of love…
2 sons, being raised in a mixed fam
So much opposition but our parents they had big plans
They just needed support, like a kick stand
Found Jehovah’s Witnesses and, became quick fans
The only group of brown, white, black, red, yellow
That was mellow, never there to judge another fellow
But you know the rumors flying bout them J.-W.’s
No this, no that, but they portrayed love
10 years passed, 2 more babies and more woes
Plenty foes, and a whole lotta “I don’t knows”
My dad left, my momma, with 4 black boys
Gave her life, to us, it was her only choice
15, years later, and now I’m writing this
Thinking of what my mother has gone thru, just so dat, I’m in bliss
Racism, gender bias, and classist fraud
The only love she ever found, was in God!
This may sound like a story of hate
But inside, it’s a story of love…
Beautiful fa'sho.