The negro in the room
I am that negro in the room
We are that negro in the room
Home grown furniture
Ottomans and China cabinets
Colored credenzas
Polished and polite
The negro was in the room when you signed the Constitution
The negro was in the room when you carved up the world for thanksgiving
The negro was in the room when bosses dropped the bomb
While eating a continental breakfast of coffee and commies
The negro was in the room when Martin marched and Malcom was martyred
The negro was in the room when dogs bit blacks for defiant acts
They even said I was a "good negro"
Serving Scotch and Soda high balls while discussing the Negro problem
The negro was in the room when Ronald Reagan said "its morning time in America"
It was midnight in the ghetto
The negro was in the room
With a painted on smile
And a thousand yard stare
Yes sir
No sir
Thank you sir
The negro in the room...