Adrian Matejka - The Shadow Knows lyrics

From day one, we aspire to be more than the average Negro. None of that ya**ah boss & watermelon rind smile for us. We want quail cooked in bu*ter. We want gold where that gap tooth should be. Clarity for Negro caricature. We want high- styling clothing, gold rings on our fingers like Greek architecture & gold pocket watches in our vest coats. More women than coats. White women all up in our architecture. We want peculiar & instinctual satisfactions. We want to be prizefighting's main attraction: the Heavyweight Champion of the world. When we rise up the whole Negro race rises up with us. When we get to the top, it's just us. No use for Negroes then, not even ourselves.