A DOWN AND OUT OLD, WHITE MAN

They say I’m from a privileged race

You’d think that gives some special grace

My job dried up; hope turns to doubt

This old, white man is down and out

 

I can’t find work, now, white or not

My age and race the world’s forgot

No one’s singing, “Lean on Me”

An old, white man’s lone as can be

 

It’s hard to keep my spirits up

Not drinking from this bitter cup

Cash or no, bill follows bill

This old, white man’s down and out still

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The Blues Musician Plays

The blues musician plays out of dejection

Racial rejection

Keeping the beat

The rhythm of the street

The blues musician plays

Making the groove

The dancers move

Another city, a ride in the van

In a world that doesn’t accept the man

The blues musician plays

The dominant race hears

Unconcerned with his bitter, choked tears

And now new beats reject him again

The audiences age and wane

The blues musician plays

A world of rejection, of dejection

The blues musician plays