It was a moonlit night in old Mexico. I walked alone between some old adobe haciendas. Suddenly, I heard the plaintive cry of a young Mexican girl You better come home, Speedy Gonzales. Away from
Hey Brittany. Why are you messing with me. Is your boy on your mind. Is your boy in the car. Or are you alone. So why. Does everything I say just. Make you upset. I'm not here to bring you
. See, tomatoes are green. And cotton is white. My heroes are black. So why God got blue eyes?. My daddy, he stayed. My grandmama's a maid. My mama was brave. To take me outside. 'Cause mama is white.
