Interlude: Dad Was Mad

I was the first, one of the first My first day, a state trooper caught me Put me in the backseat of the car And meeting the other black kids, was six of us And seeing all of those parents And also KKK members having signs And throwing cans at us, spitting at us We lived in the threat of death every day, every day So I was just lost in this vacuum Between integration and segregation and, and racism That was my childhood I was angry for years Angry, very angry