QTNA Lyrics

My white brothers and sisters

There's things I gotta know

My white brothers and sisters

There's things I gotta know

What would you do if one day you woke up

And it was a crime to be you

Not because of an ill moral compass or a bad work practice

But what if your fraudulent error was the color of your hue

How would you cope

What would you do

Would you try to fit in

Or would you push the society limits

Would you tell the world that

It has no right to decide

Who should die or live in it

Would you be able to sleep

Breathe or eat knowing that

Your loved ones might not make it home

A joyful day would easily become a tragic event

In a matter of seconds for you

I wonder

You got your hair braided

To the back

Got a couple of black friends

A black Benz

And even got a couple of black kids

And you think that gives you the right to tell me

What being black is

Where they do that at

Nah don't hold back

Like Joe I really wanna know

How you would feel if you were me

This world through my eyes

The same could you still see

These are questions that need answers

Please, please, please

Come up off your privileged seat and tell me

Signed, a curious black woman sincerely

My white brothers and sisters

There's things I gotta know

My white brothers and sisters

There's things I gotta know

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I gotta know

I gotta know

I gotta know

My white brothers and sisters

There's things I gotta know

My white brothers and sisters

There's things I gotta know