Well I know that you prefer to talk in
Thoughtfully constructed arguments
But sometimes it’s not your turn to speak
And I know that you don’t hear that often
You ever wonder if that’s a problem?
Why do you think people owe you an explanation when it’s time to listen?
Others live with your privilege
So the least that you can do is try to understand
What it might be like to not be white and not be a straight, middle class cis man (oh yea)
Yea the least that you can do is listen
Let’s talk about narratives; you own your own, you own your own, you don’t own mine
And like, yea you own your own it’s yours that’s fine but you don’t own mine
You don’t own his, hers, zers or theirs
And you don’t fucking tell me who I am
You don’t get to say “but you’ve got a dick!” to a transwoman; she’s not having that shit
Like since when am I not the master of my own body
About which I get to decide what matches my inner identity
There's no room for your thoughts and opinions there
And while we're on the topic of what's yours and what's mine
My racial identity ain't yours to define
"Are you white, are you Asian?
Or both? Just decide!"
Hey, I've got an idea
Go fuck off and die
And let's not forget to enhance our awareness
Of the needs of our friends who have different impairments
Sure let's talk about green architecture for this Occupy camp
But be sure you leave space for some wheelchair ramps and
A dialogue about income inequality
Should not require a degree from university
Like the last thing the homeless in American need
Is rich college students going "yea it's rough on the streets"
So you tell your story I’ll tell mine
I’m hapa, middle class, and straight most of the time
But I can get into sexy things with boys too
And you can fuck right off if that bothers you
I’m a cis man and know I gotta take more time
To learn how to be a better ally
I like mint chocolate chip ice cream in a cup
And sometimes dude, I need you to shut the fuck up
Look, I’m trying real hard to not be shitty
And yea Bruce, it’s hard to be a saint in the city
But if you just fess up to some of your crimes
The rest will reveal themselves in due time
You just gotta be ready to be proved wrong
To reflect, improve, apologize and move on
So let’s kick this thing off and let's end this song
What’s something you do that sucks that you’re gonna work on?