Handicapped
You've got a hundred ways of saying:
I'm not good enough for you.
You say I come from too far.
You say I come too close.
One day I'm not black enough,
the next day I'm too dark.
You've got a thousand ways to tell me:
I'll never get to you.
You say you've got your work.
You say you've got your school.
You say you've got the curse,
and you say you've got your rules.
You've got a million ways of spelling:
I should learn to lay me low.
you lean on little lies
and hollow alibies,
come sunshine or rain.
They cost you nothing
and cause you no pain.
You call them your reasons.
And I've plenty ways of knowing
without having to be awake
you've built a wall between us
that Hercules can't break.