From the recording Back to Plan A
Black nannies, pushing strollers with white babies
Fulani ladies, at the playground with mini me’s
When they grow older, will they remember how you wiped their tears?
When they become men and women, will they think of your kids as their peers?
Dakar mommies, no longer getting here from Gorée
Harlem homies, your husbands selling watches night and day
When you come home at night, do you have enough love left for your own child?
Who takes care of your own when you’re caring for the white munchkins?
Twenty years from now, will your daughters be lawyers, mayors, teachers?
Twenty years from now, will they be caring for the white munchkins?