I’m Looking For Some Ignorance


I’m looking for some ignorance
I’m trying to be happy anywhere
The world wants to steal my smile
Threatening my soul, thinking I wouldn’t dare
But they don’t know how dumb I can be
Stubborn as a cross-eyed mule
They better come with all they’ve got
For I’m the exception that always proves the rule


I Grew Up The Son Of A Blue Collar Worker


I grew up the son of a blue collar worker
The old man drove those freight trains
Long hours away from his family
Guiding those Iron Horses across the desert plains
But you say I had it easy – because I’m white
But there’s no retort, I cannot pop your racist balloon
I shake my head at your ignorance & wish you well
But first, let me stir my latte with this silver spoon