My little boy came and sat on my knee
With picture and crayons in his hand
He said, "when i grow up
This is the man i want to be
Daddy, what color is a man?
When i'm a man i want to be happy.
I want to be strong and free.
I want to be brave like a soldier.
What crayon should i use to color me?
If you color him blue, son
He may not be a happy man
If you color him red, son
Someone may steal his land
If you color him green or yellow
He may be jealous and cowardly
If you color him black, son
He may never be free
Then i told my son, "put your crayons away
And try your best to understand
Man is never made of any color
And color never made any man a man."
Color never made any man
"color never made any man (a man, a man)
