“race wars”
there’s a time and a place to escape from the race
but who am i to know?
many don’t know what they’re made of
many miles to go
there’s a time and place
there’s a role for the race card
many still say yo
many don’t know what they’re afraid of
many still won’t show
you gotta wait in the wings
wait by the wayside
many miles to go
wasting away
wade in the water below
there’s a man on the loose
there’s a crowd and a noose
what a ways to go
never afraid
never professing to know
(aka “wheatgrass”)