Such dirty ugly people, and they all smell of wet dog and mayonnaise, am I right? Nigger.

When you call white people crackers, they have a right to call you nigger.

When justice died that day
I cried for oh so long
I looked for liberty and freedom
And sang a sad sad song


Justice had been ill
For all of my life
Oppression and bigotry
Her struggle and her strife


She stood upon a hilltop
Saying she, was there for all
Just as soon as I reached her
Lady Justice took a fall


Her wrist were shackled
There was blood on her sleeve
The last thing she said was,
‘Get off me, I can’t breathe!"


There would be no trial
No jury to be sat
For the ones who killed Justice
Were policemen on attack

When Justice died that day
I cried for oh so long
I buried her with Liberty and Freedom
And sang our sad, sad, song

If I had white privilege, I would know that it was there
It would be so obvious, I could see it everywhere
I would have never been stopped, while walking up my street
And had my person searched, from my head down to my feet


No one would ever say, you speak well, for your kind
Or told me that my possessions, could not possibly be mine
I would never have been told, to go back to from where I came
And even if it happened, it just wouldn’t feel the same


If I had white privilege I would use it all the time
How could I but help it, the Privilege would be fine
If I shared my privilege with other folks I know
Then I could make easier, the burdens that they tow