Chapter Nineteen: Black or White
Greetings. Hope you're having a great start to the new year. It is now the first Friday of the new year in Royal Woods, Michigan. Royal Woods High School let their students out early. Lincoln's older sisters: Leni, Lori, Luan and Luna were in the studio with their friends: Joey, Becky, Benny and Sam. Lincoln came angrily marching into the section where you sing, slamming the door behind him. His friend, Clyde, followed behind him. After saying hi, Leni asked Lincoln "what's the 411 today?" In an angry tone, Lincoln answered "it's not even a whole week into the new year and already, the fact that I'm like a loser is making me outrageously exasperated. He was able to calm down long enough to ask if they can let him do a solo jam. "Let's get jamming" Sam said. With the others on instrumentals, Lincoln handled vocals. Here's "Black or White" by Michael Jackson.
I took my baby on a Saturday bang
Boy is that girl with you?
Yes we're one and the same
Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle has happened tonight
But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white
They print my message in the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them I ain't second to none
And I told about equality and it's true
Either you're wrong or you're right
But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white
I am tired of this devil
I am tired of this stuff
I am tired of this business
Sew when the going gets rough
I ain't scared of your brother
I ain't scared of no sheets
I ain't scared of nobody
Girl, when the going gets mean
Protection
For gangs, clubs, and nations
Causing grief in human relations
It's a turf war on a global scale
I'd rather hear both sides of the tale
See, it's not about races
Just places, faces
Where your blood comes from
Is were your space is
I've seen the bright get duller
I'm not going to spend my life being a color
Don't tell me you agree with me
When I saw you kicking dirt in my eye
But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white
I said if you're thinkin' of being my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white
I said if you're thinkin' of being my brother
It don't matter if you're black or white
Ooh, ooh
Yea, yea, yea now
Ooh, ooh
Yea, yea, yea now
It's black, it's white
It's tough for you to get by (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's black, it's white
It's black, it's white
It's tough for you to get by (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's black, it's white
The music came to a close. Lincoln was no longer feeling exasperated after singing that fun jam. "Thanks guys" he said. "I'm really starting to feel better, now that my anger is gone, and sorry about storming into the studio like that." Sam responded, "it's all good Lincoln. Anything for a friend like you. Besides, you ain't the only one who occasionally want to storm into a favorite room with an angry look." The others agreed. Now, I know what a lot of you might be asking. Why did Lincoln storm in there with an angry look on his face? The answer will be in the next chapter. Stay tuned for that.