From Black Fella To White Fella
ADLife
Published
09/02/2008
Dear white fellah,
Coupla tings you orta no.
Firstly
Wen I am born, I’m black.
Wen I grow up, I’m black.
Wen I get sick, I’m black.
Wen I go out in the sun, I’m black.
Wen I’m cold, I’m black.
And wen I get scared, yes, I’m black.
And wen I die, I’m still black.
But you white fellah.
Wen you born, you pink.
Wen you grow up, you white.
Wen you sick, you green.
Wen you go out in the sun, you red.
Wen you get cold, you go blue.
Wen you get scared, you yellow.
And wen you die, you purple.
And you got the cheek to call me coloured
Coupla tings you orta no.
Firstly
Wen I am born, I’m black.
Wen I grow up, I’m black.
Wen I get sick, I’m black.
Wen I go out in the sun, I’m black.
Wen I’m cold, I’m black.
And wen I get scared, yes, I’m black.
And wen I die, I’m still black.
But you white fellah.
Wen you born, you pink.
Wen you grow up, you white.
Wen you sick, you green.
Wen you go out in the sun, you red.
Wen you get cold, you go blue.
Wen you get scared, you yellow.
And wen you die, you purple.
And you got the cheek to call me coloured
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