We need to bring back black face
And not just for the laughs,
Nobody’s laughing when the mob
Comes out to our house and yells
For us to get out,
“We’re going to fuck your daughter, too,”
They say, leaving us only when I drag out
The semi-automatic from my attic
And I tell them, “I’ll shoot the first person who tries,”
But we know it can’t last
We stand out too much in the crowd,
Our white faces making us an easy target
For them and the local authorities
Who brand us as racist for our guns
Yet say nothing when the mob bears arms, too,
We need to blend in like the liberal whites do,
Become invisible, to look like them,
At least from a distance
So, they might pass by our door
Black face instead of lambs blood
To let these angels of death
From pick out some other family,
We need a mask of black
We can hide behind long enough
For them to crucify someone else.
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