Are these brown eyes really mine?

Did you hear the news about little orphan Annie?
She sold her soul to the devil. And now she’s his instrument. Because she had to ask him this.

Tell me what’s my father’s name,
And when will my mother be,
A reflection of me
I want to please blame my DNA
But what does blood mean, anyway?
Are these brown eyes really mine?

My grandmother said, your skin may be light,
But your soul is black.
But she don’t tell me what the **** that means.
There’s something really wrong with me.

God knows she tied to save my soul,
But it’s no use.
She sees everything in black and white,
But I’m red all over.

Are these brown eyes really mine?

I have been told that I’ve been doing it wrong.
It’s living in a song
But no one sings along.
Light or dark, it’s no use.
What does blood mean anyway?

Blood is only red, anyway.

Are these brown eyes really mine?