(dear black people…thanks for introducing such a cool concept as “chillin'”)
The institution is abuzz with activity,
just listen to it hum.
You can almost taste the creativity
when you’re suckin’ on your thumb.
Who is the first to proclaim they know
who is the first to start the show
who is the first to yell the loudest
who is proudest of not being proudest?
Just look at all these people moving around
the halls are full from top to ground.
There is important work to do,
the institution knows it too
and the slaves of slaves are really moving
and their slaves are in need of soothing
so what is a good slave to do
but soothe the master through and through.
To the terrified with white-ish skin
so comfortable to begin
finding another place to blame
seeking shelter from the rain
and from the storm that is always raging
that you’ve ignored and have forsaken.
And you go nowhere! Blackish folks
and yellowish and the butt of jokes.
All you skins you hold right on
cause this isn’t just a lily-white song
(although it’s for “The Whites” per Dave Chapelle)
no one escapes the tolling bell.
This storm that’s been forsaken,
forgotten and mistaken
It’s yours as mine as sure as life is taken.
But for now I share a peculiarity
with those whose skin is a familiarity
and think answers come from polarity
and difference is greater than the parity.
These terrified whites must be tempered
(and terrified blacks just the same).
And you are needed, your voice of reason
your voice of humanity, your voice of pain.
Your voice is needed, below the fray,
below the halls in which we pray.
Your voice is needed, not your fear
Not your terror and not your pride
but something deeper, down deep inside
Your voice, the one before you learned
how to fear and how to hate
before you listened and sealed our fate.
There’s more of us than there is of them
it’s just they like to yell and defend.
So to all you terrified people with white skin
We see what you’re doing and you won’t win!
And I won’t be quiet no matter what you say,
No matter what you call me
or what game you play.
And we’re all waiting for you to clear the halls,
and quiet down and have some balls,
There’s a crane outside with a wrecking ball
but’s it’s most unique and prone to all,
it’s standing steady to knock down the walls
and destroy the institution once and for all
So for all that’s holy and good and small
Stop trying to save what’s killing us all
and come take your seat,
next to the blacks
and greens and reds and yellows and browns
and drive this crane where it needs to go
as the co-pilot and friend in this human show.
No more blame white people
(and all colors…you too)
No more blame!
Work harder to remove the shame
and become a human team in the human game.