My santan tone teecha
Read me the story—
“Scrubbing The Negro”
And whenever I see
A tub of boiling water
I cringe and I cry.
 

Since ABC days, you see
I hated meI
I always wanted to be clear—
Clear! Clear!
White! White!
Whiter than arti milk.

Not black lacka tar
Or black like bigan
Black like the ace of spades
Or black like black foul shit
Low nation chamar