Far beyond need, I take
Far beyond want, I grab
Far beyond desire, I covet
and upon having all that is wanted, more to want will be created.

I live a perfect life! Forever running after the brand name with the most ***.
I want and I have no reason yet to doubt that I deserve.

Let my neck break before it turns from the tv!
Let my jaw snap before I stop snacking with it!
Let my heart attack before it aches for the misfortune of another!
Let me die peaceful and alone.
Worth money and nothing else.

In current-day dealing with concerns of race
I wonder with whom on Earth I can relate?
Am I deeper entwined with receivers of hate?
Or am I "just White for goodness sake?"
I once was hated, in times that have past
My skin was light-colored, but they still saw trash
And it was in my slave quarters my heart longed for dark lass
Who was sold off soon after, so the love didn't last.
Earlier, I saw brothers enslaved and killed
By men colorless with ill gain as motivation and will
I ducked down underneath my own windowsill
Me and my also white slaves escaped with the till
At a younger time yet, far as my memory knows
I knew only my tribe and the field's edge, so,
Fellow White caused all strife for most my life and, lo,
I've forgotten and blame wrong for some problems now, though.

Clay is shaped to yield for time
Half hour hopes of fin'lly crime
Life is brought from fire to clay
Beast will tend to seem helpful in the fray
Young five hold arms straight out; yell
Fighting ensues and sparks will swell
Great foe grows until thirty feet tall
He may have a chance after all
Mechanical five meet size change
The kids are yelling from kicks strange
Close vict'ry means twenty minutes
Have passed since clay formed for high hopes
He's clay one time more, the kids cope
I'm glad I woke so soon for this

Torn down by television, poisoned by *******.
raked by regret and bludgeoned by biography.
Anything but retrospect will happen in your head.
It's crammed full to shut it up then sent to bed.

There are the loudest of riots happening in your brain.
Dictators overthrowing sense and establishing reign!
And you fund them in all of their their warfare!
I can no longer in good consciense send my words there.

You struggle as a product of your fight and the proof is this:
The words are useless.

I should talk to you.
But how could I punish you with me?
I'm no movie character!
I'm not well-scripted; I have to pause to think!
How unbecoming!
Some of my jokes get no laughs; some of my thoughts are wrong!
Nightmare!

No one else is like this!
I am such a unique case!

When people longingly look, it's like they're saying: "Glad I'm not him!"
I can only imagine the perfection everyone else in the world has!
No
No, I can't talk to you.