Best Wishes,
DW, Assistant to Garland Jeffreys
Racial Repertoire
Before I go out on the street
Put on my armor of defense
I never know who I’m gonna meet
To me it never did make much sense
You don’t have to go too far
Riding in a subway car
Walk inside a cocktail bar
To feel the racial repertoire
Ever since I was a child
Eyes on me in the grocery store
Maybe it was just a style
Never could figure out what it was for
Lightning bugs in a jelly jar
Driving in my family’s car
Even priests and movie stars
They got a racial repertoire
Racial repertoire
Racial repertoire oh oh oh oh
Racial repertoire
Racial repertoire oh oh oh oh
It’s become unconscious
Deep within the psyche
Generations stymied
A permanent scar
Even on the beach
When you think you’re out of reach
Eyes are back on you
Like you’re tainted residue
Even in your neighborhood
When you think you been understood
A walk in a whiskey bar
Feel that racial repertoire
You don’t have to go too far
Riding in a subway car
Even priests and movie stars
They got a racial repertoire
Racial repertoire
Racial repertoire oh oh oh oh
Racial repertoire
Racial repertoire oh oh oh oh
Even on the beach
When you think you’re out of reach
Eyes are back on you
Like you’re tainted residue
Even in your neighborhood
When you think you been understood
A walk in a whiskey bar
Feel that racial repertoire
Blood spit out on the streets
Blood splatter on the walks
Blood spit out on the streets
Blood splatter on the walks
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