gil scott-heron
paint it black
Picture a man of nearly thirty Who seems twice as old with clothes torn and dirty Give him a job shining shoes Or cleaning out toilets with bus station crews Give him six children with nothing to eat Expose them to life on a ghetto street Tie an old rag around his wife's head And have her pregnant and lying in bed Stuff them all in a Harlem house And then tell them how bad things are down South