Don’t Call Me Buckwheat

Don't call me

Tis is a song about words
The power of words
Well it all takes place
In a big city
With a very small mind

Don't call me buckwheat
Don't call me eightball
Don't call me jig jig jig ig...
Watch that word
Don't call me Sambo
'Cause it hurts
And that ain't nice
And it sticks like white on rice

Don't call me blankie boy, you nigra toy
Don't call me Johnny O'Darkie
Don't call me spic spic spic high yellow bird
Don't call me coonskin
'Cause it hurts
And that ain't nice
And it sticks like white on rice

In 1976 you called my girlfriend a nigga lover
In 1966 you washed my face in the Mississippi Mud
In 1956 you tore my pages from the history book
In 1946 you left my uncle on the chain gang
Don't call mе buckwheat

Don't call me buckwheat
Don't call mе eightball
Don't call me nig nig nig nig...
Watch that word
Don't call me Sambo
Don't call me coonskin
Don't call me mulanyan
Don't call me spook spook spook
Don't call me Johnny O'Darkie
Don't call me buckwheat

Don't call me buckwheat