Langston (Backlash Blues)

Lyrics
We must pay homage to those who came before us Without this man, Mr. Langston Hughes, I wouldn't be the writer I am today, yeah Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash, just Who do you think I am? Tell me, Mr. Backlash, just Who do you think I am? You raise my taxes and freeze my wages and send my sons to Vietnam, c'mon Tell me, Mr. Backlash, just Who do you think I am? You give us second class houses and second class schools Second class houses and second class schools? Second class houses and second class schools You must think us colored folks are second class fools When I try to find a job to earn a little cash, I Try to find a job to earn a little cash I try to find a job to earn a little cash All you got to offer is white backlash But the world is big, the world is So big and round, it's a great big world, Mr. Backlash It's so big, bright and round And it's full of folks like me, who are black, yellow, beige and brown, c'mon Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash, just Who do you think I am? Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash, what do you got to lose? C'mon tell me, Mr. Backlash, just What do you got to lose? I'm gonna leave you, Mr. Backlash I'm gonna leave you, Mr. Backlash I'm gonna leave you, Mr. Backlash Singin' your mean old backlash blues
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- Ill2lectual