Interlude: Black Fella

Lyrics

[Poem: Steven Oliver] I'm a blakfella, I'm not a drunk, textbook, uneducated, unemployed, welfare-dependent, slack fella And if you try to tell me different, then you might just get a smack fella Not that I condone violence, I just don't condone silence And when you try to tell me about what it means to be an Aborigine With your stupid ass jokes, stereotypes, and discovery channel mentality I'm afraid I have to speak up and let you know about me See, I ain't what you'vе seen in your travel magazine And I haven't got thе look from your history book Noble? Maybe Savage? No Unless you're talking about my words and the way that they flow But this isn't about style, it's about attitude It's about people who formulate their ill-informed views Who switch on their TV and then suddenly, out of the blue, they know all about me "Oh, he comes from that race involved in that car chase It's such a disgrace what they do to the place" I mean, seriously, in this day and age? You wanna learn about me, you need to learn to engage Don't base your decisions on things that you see, make up your mind by talking to me I won't rob you, or beg, and I won't try to fight you But if you're a man and you're hot, I might like you Yes, that's a hint, I'm single, I am I'm using my rhymes to try to get me a man But enough about that 'Cause I'm here to teach, to beseech, not preach about the heights we could reach If you stood by our sides and simply just talked And if some of the time in our footsteps you walked Then maybe you'd see we're not young and free We're ancient and chained from the stains that remain From a past that's never been dealt with, because people don't get off their ass Instead, they'll read articles, switch on the news, and somehow, through media, the lies become truth Just like when people see a drunk black man on the street And somehow from that, that black man becomes me But the drunk white man, who stumbles and falls, oh, he's not a reflection of a race at all So open your mind 'cause perception's a lie Learn what it is to not see with your eyes 'Cause I'm a blakfella Not a drunk, criminal, textbook, uneducated, unemployed, welfare-dependent, slack fella And I'm trying to put your minds on the right track, fellas So question yourself Challenge ideals, start a revolution Are you part of the problem? Or the solution?