A BOWL OF RICE

TAKIN’ MY LITTLE VOYAGE AGAIN.
THINKIN’ BACK INTO MY CHILDHOOD LAND.
DRINKIN’ THE WHITE MILK SHE FORCED ME TO.
HERSHEY’S CHOCOLATE SYRUP ON SUNDAYS,TOO.
POURIN’TASTELESS WHITE MILK INTO THE SINK.
HOPIN’ THAT GRANDMA DIDNT SEE ME DOIN’ IT.
COULDNT DRINK NOTHIN’ WITHOUT COLOR IN IT.
HATIN’ COLORLESS SOCIETY AND PROVIN’ IT.
WATCHING TOO MUCH T.V FOR A CHINESE GIRL.
LIVING IN A NEW COUNTRY CALLED AMERICA.
YES SHE’S BEAUTIFUL,SHE’S GOT HER SPACIOUS SKIES.
BUT WHAT ABOUT THE UGLY PARTS THE CONQUERORS HIDE?
A BOWL OF RICE IS A BOWL OF MEMORIES.
SHOVIN’ IT DOWN OUR HUNGRY THROATS.
A CUP OF TEA IS A CUP OF TEARS.
FLOODIN DOWN OUR THIRSTY THROATS.
SO I WRITE A SONG TO KEEP.
THE MEMORIES OF YOU AND ME.
IT SHALL KEEP US WARM AT NIGHT.
EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE OUT OF SIGHT .
BEING HIT IN FIRST GRADE BY A LITTLE BLACK GIRL.
I KNEW SHE FELT TRAPPED IN HER UNJUST WORLD.
SHE NEEDED SOMEONE TO BEAT
BECAUSE SHE TOO WAS BEING BEAT.
BY THE SAME SOCIETY I LEARNED LATER DREADED ME..
THE EYELINEI WAS BLESSED WITH MADE ME FEEL SUPERIOR.
WATCHIN’SISTERS SLICE UP THEIRS.WHO FELT INFERIOR?
THINGS ARE NOT THE SAME WHEN THE EAST MEETS THE WEST.
A FOGGY GLIMPSE IS WHAT THEY GOT OF 美国 BEAUTIFUL WEST.
A BOWL OF RICE IS A BOWL OF MEMORIES.
SHOVIN IT DOWN OUR HUNGRY THROATS.
A CUP OF TEA IS A CUP OF TEARS.
FLOODIN DOWN OUR THIRSTY THROATS.
SO I WRITE A SONG TO KEEP.
THE MEMORIES OF YOU AND ME.
IT SHALL KEEP US WARM AT NIGHT.
EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE OUT OF SIGHT .
A BOWL OF RICE IS A BOWL OF MEMORIES.
SHOVIN’IT DOWN OUR HUNGRY THROATS.
A CUP OF TEA IS A CUP OF TEARS.
FLOODIN DOWN OUR THIRSTY THROATS.
SO I WRITE A SONG TO KEEP.
THE MEMORIES OF YOU AND ME.
IT SHALL KEEP US WARM AT NIGHT.
EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE OUT OF SIGHT .