Mom's Spaghetti

When I was six years old my pop taught me a lesson in politics 

He said “son, don't choke they see no competence”

Twelve years later that’s still all she sees 

Racism, that’s a white man’s disease 

Born on the black list, taken and used

My skin hangs around her neck, broken and abused

“Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes”

But what does her eye see? Disgust in disguise 

Rosa Parks refused to give her seat and started a revolution 

But I’m not Parks and I’m not the solution 

And black in white does not equal pollution 

Is it my red shirt that makes you feel agitated?

Or is it my true power that makes you feel dominated?

She wears a fur coat yet her palms are sweaty 

Yes I'm a thief but I'm not petty 

The only thing I'm stealing is greater opportunity 

Hate speech, that’s her immunity 

The will to survive in a world of white 

Where the only response is fight or flight 

White knights, thats what they call themselves 

The sun goes down and they hunt in twelves 

The color black hides while white brings purity 

Bullshit, I’m the one that needs security

No color has depth without shades of black 

Help, I’m choking now, I’m under attack