YOU CANT MAKE NO
You cant make no white woman outa me, honey!
WHITE WOMAN OUTA ME
You got no pride in your back
and no drums in your song
You dont walk with a sway in your hips,
you got no rhythm
Theres no fire in your eyes
as you look on the world,
no defiance in the carriage of your head.
You dont speak straight,
talk about nothin too long
and theres no joy in your voice.
Then we all got to wonder at your truth.
You have to have a law
for this and a law for that,
you got no trust in your heart.
Your anger has soft words
and smiles of ice.
My anger burns with the heat
of a thousand cave fires.
My passions ain't made in no book,
but smolders in the soul
of an ageless tribe of painted bodies
and stomping feet.
You cant make no white woman outa me.
You got no heart for the fight to live.
You got no culture created of yourself,
just those of all them
that has welcomed you,
and died for it.
Naw, you cant make
no white woman outa me, honey.
Theres no warriors in your dance,
no drums in your song...
You got no rhythm in your soul
Cheri Lewis
