I Am Pure

my blood trickles down
to me right here now
and everything i can’t escape
that comes with it

to veiled prophet parades
and servants and maids
and hateful things i’ll never know
cuz folks pretend there isn’t

and these walls are still plastered
with minstrel show placards
they’re flakin’ off
but still i can see ‘em

a furled brow â€�that’s fucked upâ€�
followed by a nose up
in the air lets me go
on my way scott free

chorus:
cuz i am pure
at least that’s what they say
so i can be impure
and somehow that’s okay

i’m paralyzed by my own mind
too scared to mess up sometimes
cuz lord knows
i’ve done enough damage

but i’m strugglin’ all the same
on fronts with different names
and we all come from miles
of pile driven baggage

i’m tourist on my own street
and a traitor to my family
where do i start takin’ into
account accountability

so where do i start
and when do i know
i’m not being the savior
i was taught to be
chorus

my folks didn’t come on the mayflower
and my folks did own slaves
and that’s just the kind of bullshit we say
to keep everything the same way

my blood trickles down
to me right here now
and the things i wish know
but i don’t

like the traitors of old
who defied what they were told
we’ll have to start writing
a history of our own

and one day they’ll say and they won’t be lying
we were pure
at least that’s what they used to say
and when we were impure
those bastards would let us get away
they’d let us white folks get away