I decided to redo my rendition of Big Black's "Passing Complexion", cause it wasn't all that good...

So here's a better version!

Song about passing racial identity,
"...in certain circumstances, a man could prefer to lose his entire heritage, when another more comfortable one presents itself. especially if he plays piano. especially if it's 1926.
Nowadays we can see talk show panels composed of people who have to tell people they're black because they're pale, don't look like the "black" archetype, and therefore miss out on all the racism they're entitled to. If someone can be "black" by proclamation, then the term is as meaningless now as it was in the 1920s..."

( source of quote: http://www.petdance.com/actionpark/bigblack/songs/passing-complexion.php)

Lyrics:
She was his
She would take his children
Black and white
Right to her own breast

There were times
When he could mix
With ordinary white company
And if the subject never came up
No one would notice

He had what they call passing complexion
He had what they call passing complexion
He had what they call passing complexion
He had what they call passing complexion

He'd been white, he'd been black
They asked him, black like that?

Yeah!