TAKIN' MY LITTLE VOYAGE AGAIN.
THINKIN' BACK INTO MY CHILDHOOD LAND.
DRINKIN' THE WHITE MILK SHE FORCED ME TO.
HERSHEY'S CHOCOLATE SYRUP ON SUNDAYS,TOO.
POURIN'TASTELESS WHITE MILK INTO THE SINK.
HOPIN' THAT GRANDMA DIDNT SEE ME DOIN' IT.
COULDNT DRINK NOTHIN' WITHOUT COLOR IN IT.
HATIN' COLORLESS SOCIETY AND PROVIN' IT.
WATCHING TOO MUCH T.V FOR A CHINESE GIRL.
LIVING IN A NEW COUNTRY CALLED AMERICA.
YES SHE'S BEAUTIFUL,SHE'S GOT HER SPACIOUS SKIES.
BUT WHAT ABOUT THE UGLY PARTS THE CONQUERORS HIDE?
A BOWL OF RICE IS A BOWL OF MEMORIES.
SHOVIN' IT DOWN OUR HUNGRY THROATS.
A CUP OF TEA IS A CUP OF TEARS.
FLOODIN DOWN OUR THIRSTY THROATS.
SO I WRITE A SONG TO KEEP.
THE MEMORIES OF YOU AND ME.
IT SHALL KEEP US WARM AT NIGHT.
EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE OUT OF SIGHT .
BEING HIT IN FIRST GRADE BY A LITTLE BLACK GIRL.
I KNEW SHE FELT TRAPPED IN HER UNJUST WORLD.
SHE NEEDED SOMEONE TO BEAT
BECAUSE SHE TOO WAS BEI