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• Artiste: Steven Curtis Chapman
• Titre: Living Color
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Whatever happened to Carlton Bell My best friend in the seventh grade We played our snare drums side by side In the middle school marching band Disney parade We raised our money to ride the bus to Orlando Knocking on doors up and down the street Selling those bars of the world's finest chocolate And splitting every third one between him and me And his skin was Black And my skin was white And the sky was blue And the future was bright And our blood ran red In both our veins And we were looking at the world In living color He moved away the first year of high school No phones No internet So, we just lost touch But I'd think about him every now and then in marching band Laughing loud, windows down In the back row of the bus And his skin was dark And my skin was light But all we saw was a friend in each other's eyes And our blood ran red In both our hearts And we were looking at the world In living color So, I did a little search And I found his picture I recognized his smile immediately He moved out west Raising kids working in a factory Got sick and passed away in 2016 Looking at his face as a grown man got me thinking How different life can be While so much stays the same His friends said he was a good man Loved his God and loved his family Did not surprise me That his good heart remained But his skin was Black a And I wonder did my friend Feel judged and afraid in ways that I've never been And it weighs heavy on my heart But then I think of where he is now In living color Well, I know these things are all way more complicated So much is broken Beyond fixing it can seem And if I'm honest I'm scared To even write and sing this song I don't wanna somehow say the wrong thing But I was thinking maybe If I told our story Maybe I could help someone remember and believe There's a lot of goodness And wonder left in this broken world Just like there was back then for Carlton and me And his skin was Black and my skin was white And the sky was blue and the future was bright And the blood ran red in both our veins And we were lookin' at the world In living color