We need more room to breathe
Inside of our designer jeans...
Would love to go rushing the banks
With an oxygen tank...

But there’s no movement on our own without a movement to push us along;
Black presidents and immigrants and green movements and hybrid engines...

Oh baby, I know we feel more comfortable in our status symbols...
And the places we hold on the totem pole;
Our political views, our tattoos, and our hair-dos...

Don’t need no strategy
To get us out in our designer jeans...
Message me on the bathroom wall;
Original network social...

People... People with nothing on their minds need only press a button to share online;
Religion, atheism, mass production, and consumption of opinions...

Oh baby, I know we feel more comfortable in our status symbols...
And the places we hold on the totem pole:
Our political views, our tattoos, and our heirlooms...

Why can’t we be who we are
Without selling it on a billboard?
Sexuality, racial ID – we wear them like designer jeans...

Oh baby, I know we feel more comfortable in our status symbols...

And when we lose the middle class
And we all move up from the back...
Black is the new, the new white trash;
The proof is written on our ass, baby...