How do you express
400 years dismal oppression
Which survived the reverse
Of the slave-states secession?
You can take your marching
Your signage and chants
And your plaintive wail,
And leave me a Molotov cocktail
A man knelt on sacred dirt
White America felt
Oh how my heart is hurt!
He gives our troops vile disrespect!
He should be spanked on his bottom,
And made to suck it up just like we taught 'em
Since we went to Africa and got 'em.
This will have a bad effect
On our society!
But he mounted up on wings of victory.
Karen says - he threatened my life!
Policeman say - my life was at stake.
They both bit the apple
out of fear of the snake
A city burns in the night
They cut off their nose to spite
Polite requests were ignored
Now they trample out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored
When will they listen?
Those are our brothers and sisters we're missing
We can keep wishing
It's the same riot just another rendition
What a noble tradition