Confessions

"Guard your rights!" white flight's left the grounded plight of the black man's fight

One man soars and clips wings while the old spiritual sings "we shall overcome"

futures are lost and won on the streets while the rich white man's son beats and rapes,

those asleep, unaware, underprepared, ill equipped to face the grip of male privilege

He got off early, for "white behavior" dad golfs with a judge, in the den he gave him a nudge, "remember when I did that thing for your son".

It's a good ol boy's network, stacking decks while the necks of the poor, the brown and women wear crowns of shame

while the lame struggle to dip a toe in the pool, white fools playing Marco Polo, in their Polos and khakis, riding with the top down with some congressional lackey

"Real power rests with the people" and now the fundamentalists steeples, erected to fly high in the square

But the cross no longer represents those sworn to death, but the kind of death their unrighteous judgement brings to gay men and women, looking to those who are supposed to represent love, to acknowledge their love for one another.

They're all looking elsewhere, cause' the cross has been swapped for a sword

The grieved Spirit quenched by the lord of pride, not for the one who died, but the pied piper of consumerism, rallying the elect and erect fat men of Wall Street to meet the demands of first our minds and now our hearts, cause that's where it starts

The revolution of our evolutionary man.  Buy more, use, discard, rinse, repeat as necessary.  We will just bury the evidence in an unmarked grave, resurrected as retro, and we'll all be saved.

To wrap it up, WE did this.  I mean we white men, we white colonial, land stealing, blood dealing men, have this in our DNA

We can keep trying to wash it free but to you and me

life was cut short, land claimed, slaves whipped and maimed,

to those who just turned their heads, that man is dead because YOU didn't speak up

You lived privileged and white, as if your privilege doesn't come at a price.

Jesus paid it all, yes, but the banks are coming for interest.