High/yellow/black girl waken like the sun u be.
Move on even higher, those who laugh at yo/color have not moved
to the blackness we be about cuz as Curtis Mayfield be sayen
we people be darker than blue and quite a few of us yellow
all soul/shades of blackness. Yeah. High yellow/black/girl
walk yo/black/song cuz some of us be hearen yo/sweet/music….
You keep saying you were always there
waiting for me to see you.
you said that once
on the wings of a pale green butterfly
you rode across san francisco’s hills
and touched my hair as i caressed
a child called militancy
you keep saying you were always there
holding my small hand
as I walked
unbending Indiana streets i could not see around
and you grew a black mountain
of curves and i turned
and became soft again
you keep saying you were always there
repeating my name softly
as i slept in
slow Pittsburgh blues and you made me
sweat nite dreams tha
