Night Rider.
Reed, Ishmael
Night Rider I don't look like no Klansman but I think like One Though I still wear a Dashiki My heart is covered with A white sheet I have fantasies involving Lillian Gish I struggle with these Me and my white hooded Friends share the same Obsession You know the one I don't look like no slave But I think like one I hold Caucasians to Higher standards than I Hold myself I'm incapable of Reaching such moral Heights. I call them bigots But what have I begotten? In my soul there Are cross burnings desecrated cemeteries in Prague I'm hip to the Protocols But to the public I'm holier than thou Blacker than thou Blacker than even Myself I scare myself with My Blackness I know the theory Of Kawaida backwards Wussy cowardly Negroes tolerate My hatred Too chicken to object wolves have a pack lions have a lair I have a claque they clap at my every word They give me plaques Celebrate my birthdate Three times a year Name rooms in black Studies departments after Me I make them sweat If I asked They would lick the fungi between my toes If I asked they would push a peanut with their noses When I cursed the O'Hara's They gave me a buck Brought me to Tara And fed me wild duck Had me stay over For a long leisurely sleep over I swam in their heated pool Even though I linked them to Yacub (How did they know about My cravings for strawberries And ice cream). They gave me donations So I could further Their Damnation They gave me a down Payment on their trip To hell Guilt sells better than Cheap hair gel During the day I Was critical of the "traitors" Downtown But when nobody Was looking I was downtown too Heh heh You might call me A night rider