WHITE FOLKS WITH ACOUSTIC GUITARS
(Words and music by E.P. Schwartz)
I was looking through my playlist
I'll admit I was a little embarrassed
I like to think I'm a little more eclectic than this
It was just miles and miles of
White folks with acoustic guitars
sitting in the parks
and playing in the bars
gonna tell us to change the way we are
and teach us how to love
White folks with acoustic guitars
approximating Dylan
and putting out tip jars
saving the world one D chord at a time
and teaching us how to love
Oh, white folks
I'm not too blind to see
the heaping mounds of irony
I thought there was more to me
but the truth is I'm just...
CHORUS
It's not like I can change the way I am
there's now pill I can swallow
so accept it, own it, keep on keeping on
but free your mind and the rest will follow
It's ironic don't you think
how this song about my lack of pigment
has shifted gears into
me white 'splaining how to fix it