“Mr. Whiteman”

Hey Mr. Whiteman
You tell me that I’m free
Say I can choose my course
Be what I want to be
Walk along your streets
Live in your society
Still I cannot understand
Why you’re holding back your hand
Telling me I’m not a man like you
Can you prove
your words are true
Or is the talking all that you will do

Hey Mr. Whiteman
You tell me that you’ve tried
You give me figures
That deceivers have contrived
That tell about the ones
Who’ve sacrificed their lives
Trying to save our kind
Somehow educate our minds
Still we are left behind once more
When will you open up the door
When will you give me
a chance to be more

Hey Mr. Whiteman
I’ll tell you what I see
I see the rotting fruit
Heavy on the tree
Still you plant the seed
Hoping I won’t see
The hate that you still hold inside
Prejudice you try to hide
Destruction you have justified again
When will I ever call you friend
When will I ever find
A place to rest my head