I'm a black man! I could never be a veteran!

I had my performance review today. Apparently I have a problem with authority. Fair point, kinda, but I suddenly got a little glimpse of why middle class white kids listen to black ghetto music.

Went to pub, had several Discoveries (it's great to stand at the bar and say 'can I have a Discovery please?'), then came home to throw myself round the room to Black Steel at neighbour-bothering volume. I am no poet (in fact, you could say I have a problem with poetry), so I leave my thought for the day to Public Enemy.

I got a letter from the government the other day
Opened it and read it
It said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me givin' a damn, I said never
Here is a land that never gave a damn
About a brother like myself
Because I never did
I wasn't with it, but just that very minute
It occurred to me
The suckers had authority

Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell
How long has it been?
They got me sittin' in the state pen
I gotta get out, but that thought was thought before
I contemplated a plan on the cell floor

I'm not a fugitive on the run
But a brother like me begun, to be another one
Public enemy servin' time, they drew the line y'all
They criticize me for some crime

I got a letter, I got a letter, I got a letter
Picture me given' a damn, I said never

Nevertheless they could not understand
That I'm a black man, and I could never be a veteran
On the strength of situations, I'm real
I got a raw deal, so I'm lookin' for the steel


joella