We need more room to breathe
Inside of our designer jeans...
Would love to go rushing the banks
With an oxygen tank...
But there's no movement on our own without a movement to push us along;
Black presidents and immigrants and green movements and hybrid engines...
Oh baby, I know we feel more comfortable in our status symbols...
And the places we hold on the totem pole;
Our political views, our tattoos, and our hair-dos...
Don't need no strategy
To get us out in our designer jeans...
Message me on the bathroom wall;
Original network social...
People... People with nothing on their minds need only press a bu*ton to share online;
Religion, atheism, ma** production, and consumption of opinions...
Oh baby, I know we feel more comfortable in our status symbols...
And the places we hold on the totem pole:
Our political views, our tattoos, and our heirlooms...
Why can't we be who we are
Without selling it on a billboard?
Sexuality, racial ID – we wear them like designer jeans...
Oh baby, I know we feel more comfortable in our status symbols...
And when we lose the middle cla**,
And we all move up from the back...
Black is the new, the new white trash;
The proof is written on our a**, baby...