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...