Back to the Room
Back to the room
Back to the space from whence I come
That blessed room
That's where I wish that I could run
I would be pure
I would feel safe
And I would sleep and swim all day
Back to the room
So I can escape from all the human run
They want to try me
Call me a sissy
They try to rough me up
See if I'm man enough
I feel so ugly
I'll change my body
Just rearrange me
Get a lobotomy
Oh mother, Oh mother, Oh mother,
Oh mother dear
Back to the room
Where I don't have to hate myself
That blessed room
Where I don't have to fake myself
I've got to get
Back to the room
Reverse my decent into hell
I can be pure
I can escape from all the savage damage
Indian killer
Indian giver
Call me a nigger
Where are my forty acres?
I'm not black enough
I ain't white enough
Burning white Christmas crosses
Break all the Santa clauses
Oh mother, Oh mother, Oh mother,
Oh mother dear
They want to try me
Call me a sissy
They try to rough me up
See if I'm man enough
I feel so ugly
I'll change my body
Stain on my bed sheet
Suck my androgyny
Indian killer
Indian giver
Call me a nigger
Where are my forty acres?
I ain't black enough
I'm not white enough
Burning white Christmas crosses
Break all the Santa Clause
Fuck all the Santa Clauses
Oh mother, Oh mother, Oh mother,
Oh mother dear
Oh mother, Oh mother, Oh mother,
Oh mother dear
Back to the space from whence I come
That blessed room
That's where I wish that I could run
I would be pure
I would feel safe
And I would sleep and swim all day
Back to the room
So I can escape from all the human run
They want to try me
Call me a sissy
They try to rough me up
See if I'm man enough
I feel so ugly
I'll change my body
Just rearrange me
Get a lobotomy
Oh mother, Oh mother, Oh mother,
Oh mother dear
Back to the room
Where I don't have to hate myself
That blessed room
Where I don't have to fake myself
I've got to get
Back to the room
Reverse my decent into hell
I can be pure
I can escape from all the savage damage
Indian killer
Indian giver
Call me a nigger
Where are my forty acres?
I'm not black enough
I ain't white enough
Burning white Christmas crosses
Break all the Santa clauses
Oh mother, Oh mother, Oh mother,
Oh mother dear
They want to try me
Call me a sissy
They try to rough me up
See if I'm man enough
I feel so ugly
I'll change my body
Stain on my bed sheet
Suck my androgyny
Indian killer
Indian giver
Call me a nigger
Where are my forty acres?
I ain't black enough
I'm not white enough
Burning white Christmas crosses
Break all the Santa Clause
Fuck all the Santa Clauses
Oh mother, Oh mother, Oh mother,
Oh mother dear
Oh mother, Oh mother, Oh mother,
Oh mother dear
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Writer(s): Rasheed Ahmad Bell
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