Allen Echo - White Moderates

I come from a middle town
Pigment there there's little found
The talks i got were cursory
Dispersed with me and spit me out
Just equipped with privilege now
Ignorance just spillin out
Probably taught the story only If the writer isn't brown
Nowadays it's different
Ears are open listening
To the plight and fight for rights that i had long been given it's
A racist rage just simmerin
Some saw this as imminent
Backlash to a black man or this land up to its tricks again?
Another deep dive in the dna
Another white guy that'll lead the way
Another blind eye to the seeds of hate
Like all of em died when they freed the slaves
All of em died and we'll be ok
While cops are ok to blow teens away
Confederate flags still being waved
Senators say they wanna see some hang
For old times sake (fuck you)
Take america back
You're wearing your hat
That'll one day symbolize all of it
Slow down now they're cautioning
Those harsh words lets soften them
But Doctor King wasn't softening to win the hearts and minds of white moderates
And their tolerance of intolerance

Makin bank on backs you can bank on that
They say the same as gramps boy it takes ya back
The roots under that tree yeah they go wide and deep
Black man in that white house some said finally
Gone now
Everybody calm down
Didn't see the fallout
How could we be so
Could we be so
Could we be so wrong now
Aware and there a Place to start
Progress aint a process started by the faint of heart

I thought it's not my place
It's everybody's place though
Discussion got you blushing
Ain't no runnin from race for
Another of some color
That's a struggle every day so
We won't run away
Undertake some of this weight yo
Its heavy on the nation, generations plundered
Undercurrent raging, tryin to take ya under
Makes em wonder, no it doesn't, mother fuckers don't discuss it
Now they're fussin with the budget like how can we make it tougher on the other?
The sheets weren't burned just thrown in closets
With hate they'll flirt to grow the profits
They chose their prophet
Condone his nonsense
White grievance pulls the pieces into a whole composite
Incessant with the hate meant for seven in the bay
Got the outrage on a loop, 45's just pressing play
Revels in the mess he made, glad to pull apart lives
The bluster makes the structure ask the central park five

Makin bank on backs you can bank on that
They say the same as gramps boy it takes ya back
The roots under that tree yeah they go wide and deep
Black man in that white house some said finally
Gone now
Everybody calm down
Didn't see the fallout
How could we be so
Could we be so
Could we be so wrong now
Aware and there a Place to start
Progress aint a process started by the faint of heart

Written by:
Lee Thostenson

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