We got us a black man
running for president,
never thought I'd live
to see the day, Lord Almighty,
and he's winning too.
Ol' Johnny McCain
said he was gonna
whip Obama's
"you know what"
but it 'pears he's
the one getting whipped.
John tried the novelty
of a woman for his vice,
'cept that's all been done before,
but never a black man.
course I would like
to see a woman win someday,
it would truly be a
kinder, gentler nation.
But now we got
this black gentleman,
reaching out to the poor
and middle class,
blending right into
the melting pot.
Wants to make us all
some stone soup,
where everyone
contributes
and all get fed.
He's the rock taking the heat,
we gotta throw in our votes
and fatten the feast.
I'll betcha
Martin Luther King
is dancing in his grave,
hip-hopping and
Bo Diddly-ing
and praising God.
You see he'd been
to the mountaintop,
in fact his spirit
lives there now,
but the White House !
holding a black man!!
that's a whole new
mountaintop.
Free from the
chains of a legacy
centuries old,
bending them into change.
Rich folks all rushing around,
calling the kettle black,
buying fancy clothes,
but you can't dress up the truth,
it's naked, always has been
and the truth is ..."it's time."
Time to take a huge stand,
make racism catch a bus
back to the 50's,
ride in the back too.
Skin deep isn't
so thin anymore,
it's thick in a nations
warm handshake.
It's the chance
for a black man
to sit in the oval office,
that sacred seat
denied for so long.
Might just have to call it
The Black House,
for eight years or so,
who knows.
It's been a dark place
for the last eight years,
Time to landscape the bushes,
and plant some seeds
of common sense in that
big ol'chair behind
the great seal.
United states at last,
You see we got us a black man
running for president,
tearing it up like Jesse Owens did,
way out in front of the race.
Oh, feet don't fail him now.
And the best part is,
I'm a white man,
whose ready for
some compassion,
been feeling the blues
way too long.
Gonna punch out some
retribution for all of
my ancestors
cruel mistakes,
clean the slate,
in a tiny little booth
that's gonna,
shake the status quot,
you ready America, hang on....
here we go.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis
Gold trophy winner
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