GET OUT

Get out! What kind of person names a street Edgewood Way?
That’s sick! When Edgewood Lane is like a million miles away
Get out! He just keeps walking, but it’s like he’s in a maze
Oops! He turns around too late and now he’s gonna pay
Get out! Hey, mom and dad, my black boyfriend is coming up
Get out! Don’t worry, Chris, my dad’s a big fan of Barack
Get out! You don’t believe me, but the love he feels is real
With us, you’re loved for who you are ‘cause race is no big deal
Get out! We hired Walter and Georgina for our folks
Get out! And then we kept ‘em, they’re not really comatose
Get out! Yes, that’s the basement, but we had to seal it up
Hey, Missy’s making tea again. Would you like another cup?
Get out! My wife’s hypnosis always works, nothing to fear
Get out! You’re watching TV. It was raining. Can you hear?
Get out! Just like the day when you did nothing for your mom
And now you’re in the sunken place where you and her belong
Get out! Yes, we are all divine, the sun will die someday
Get out! We’re more than black or white, we found another way
Get out! Hey, Rose, it’s time to go, we’ve got to go now, please
Chris, what’s your purpose? Right now it’s just finding the damn keys!
Get out! Chris, if you’re watching this, you’re right where you belong
Get out! It may seem strange to you, but nothing’s really wrong
Get out! Relax, don’t fight it, you can join the family
Just two things that I need of you: Your eyes so I can see
Get out! Why can’t I move at all? It’s like I’m paralyzed
Get out! If Rod could see me now, he wouldn’t be surprised
Get out! Within an hour or two, I’ll be decolorized
Right here, right now, I don’t know how, but it’s time to improvise
Get out! Rose calls for grandma, she calls out for grandpa, too
Get out! Gramps says he’ll do it, Rose tells Chris, “I still love you”
Get out! A camera flashes, Grandpa gets all turned around
For a moment he’s back to being black and blows Miss Rosie down
Get out! Don’t go into that house, you know I told you that
Get out! But how’d you find me? How’d you know where I was at?
Get out! I knew that white bitch was a human counterfeit
Plus I’m T.S. Motherfuckin’-A. We were born to handle shit.
Yes, I’m T.S. Motherfuckin’-A. We were born to handle shit.
Yes, I’m T.S. Motherfuckin’-A. We were born to handle shit.

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

GET OUT