Far be it from me To be a debater Or even for that matter A prognosticator When it comes to racism And the melenen-challenged hater To their whims and fancies I refuse to cater
Far be it from me To sit here in judgement Or wonder why They seem so hell bent On keeping the black man As well as the brown With their heads bowed And necks on the ground
Far be it from me To try to appraise Where our country seems headed Nowadays If we don’t change Our wicked ways When we lose our democracy Don’t be amazed
Far be it from me While wondering out loud Why we as a nation Are encased in a shroud? The God that we trust in Doesn’t have our heads bowed And we commit sins That are not allowed