Langston Hughes - The Backlash Blues lyrics

Mister Backlash, Mister Backlash, Just who do you think I am? Tell me, Mister Backlash, Who do you think I am? You raise my taxes, freeze my wages, Send my son to Vietnam. You give me second-cla** houses, Give me second-cla** schools, Second-cla** houses And second-cla** schools. You must think us colored folks Are second-cla** fools. When I try to find a job To earn a little cash, Try to find myself a job To earn a little cash, All you got to offer Is a white backlash. But the world is big, The world is big and round, Great big world, Mister Backlash, Big and bright and round— And it's full of folks like me who are Black, Yellow, Beige, and Brown. Mister Backlash, Mister Backlash, What do you think I got to lose? Tell me, Mister Backlash, What you think I got to lose? I'm gonna leave you, Mister Backlash, Singing your mean old backlash blues. You're the one, Yes, you're the one Will have the blues.