Once upon a green we spoke,
Beneath the arms of a willow
In the shade of our brethr’n folk,
What we said you now will know
“Black and white makes me see red!
The little fellow begins a funk,
Frankly I’d prefer him dead.
Man, fuck the dreaded skunk”
“Hard to see in blinding light
Their shadow ‘lone gives me the chills,
It comes out every single night
When anger ‘lone drives some to kill”
Countless of them here in this place
Cares on pigment, has not a face
Isms a plenty we oftentimes face
The worst of them all the one about race