To: aleta who wrote (13648 ) 9/9/1998 3:29:00 PM From: PartyTime Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 18444
Aleta, it's not only White people who live in the South, you know. How was I, reading my SI board, to know whether you're White, Black, Red or Yellow? Just 'cause you're White, you shouldn't assume everybody reading these messages boards knows that. So when I called you a cracker, it had absolutely nothing to do with any of that. Will you get this into your brain and heart and begin thinking the way it really is, instead of the way it's not? These are the lyrics to a song I wrote. See if you can detect anything of the substance you are suggesting in the song. The song reflect how I feel and somewhat who I am: THE WAY THINGS REALLY ARE You sit and drink and hear my song Might even think there's nothing wrong Might even hear the jubilee It hides not the poverty ---of the way things really are It's hard to tell who you really are! Whether you be old or young Of the many things you've done You will find that where you go It won't disguise what you know ---about the way things really are It's hard to tell really who you are. Children laughing, playing smiling in the sun Soldiers dodging bullets, hiding on the run Pilgrims moving into outer space Politicians imperfect face ---it's the way things really are It's hard to tell who you really are You could know the Jack of Hearts Or the King who rules with spare parts Perhaps the Queen her lovely view Are the cards really right for you ---it's the way things really are It's hard to tell really who you are Some of you have have rarely seen the best parts to all your dreams Instead you're caught in society's schemes The picture ain't what they seem --it's the way things really are It's hard to tell who you really are