For So Long

Ma, can you tell me why,
The white men treat us so unkind?
Is it that the colour of my skin
Can truly reflect the

WHY?

I'm just a regular person
that has found a lot of woe
Every turn I take in life
Has been a bumpy road
I've been hurt by

Why are whispers so quiet
and silence so loud?

Why do so few go up
and so many come down?

Why must love die
and cause so much

I wanted to ask; why is it so?
All my efforts give me a blow
With all my might I rise
But enemies are always in disguise
I wait

ASKING WHY

How many time dose your young child ask "Why"
And your answer is "Its hard but you must try"
And their Innocent