That all we men are brothers
if our skin and tongue are white.
But your sister wed an African
and his skin is not so white.
He's not a part of family,
now your sister isn't to.

You're going to leave this city,
fleeing far so far away,
where the people will not know you
and not laugh at you that way.
But you know it is no different
in that city far away.

For you know that you`re half crazy,
but there is no other way.
You know they will pursue you,
those doctors in the darkness
and the men all dressed in black.