When I get mine, I'm gonna buy some teeth

and some forsythia to honor my momma

and a real silver frame for my daddy's picture

and then I'm gonna put a fence 'cross 

my front lawn and I'm gonna send some

monies to West Africa, I don't care what 

that Professor What's His Name say,

all that book learning done gone 

straight to his head and I'm gonna set up

another foundation here in this Old 

Virginny Confederacy state to see 'bout

tryin' to save some mo' black boys

'fo it be too late, 'cause they momma 

and cousins and 'em done give up

tryin' to fight the system, my sisters

and brothers tired and can't do but 

so much and some of them so starved

feel so bad 'bout who they is, they ain't

gonna think real hard 'bout what to do

with all that blood money be turn

'round give it right back to the white

man for no good reason buyin' up weaves

and a whole bunch of jewelry and tee shirts

with somebody else name on it they don't need

and I'm gonna buy a whole bunch of bibles

and hand them out on the street if I still

be able to get 'round, maybe even to some pitiful,

poor lookin' white folks, I might even take

on a debate with somebody like Bubba.  

See, nobody thought I was listenin' that day

in the social security office. Bubba, he had

a crazy, mean ass daddy, so when Bubba get

a job workin' at the prison, he kick some mo'

butt, special if he got to watch over a bunch of

"colored boys." He jack them up and do stuff

ain't legal and he don't want nobody know,

'cept he got a big mouth and he don't think 

a old colored woman like me be payin'

him no attention. Poor fool. He shoulda

known better than that, runnin' off 

at the mouth in public 'bout what he

and his buddies do on they job.  

Yeah, when I get my reparations check,

I'm gonna do a whole lotta good.

Me and the Lord Jesus. 

© 8 May 2010