Testo In My Younger Days

In my younger days I lived with black, white, and Japanese But the school I went to was already black except for me White folks were movin' up And we moved on out To the suburbs where we lived a life of ease I was safe and warm If not entirely blessed with funk Oh, it was pretty there Winding roads and not a care Looking back it wasn't fair We had it all And when we left we sold the place To a writer for the Times First black family in the neighborhood You can see the trees are thinning You can see somebody's winning But the rest of us are just beginning To understand it all Later on I had a teacher Who helped me find things in my mind She was subtle ....She kept her job There was another who shared his views for all to hear He had no fear He should've Powers that were shut him down, he taught no more They would've locked him up If they could've He gave me hope Showed me I was not alone Everything worth knowing was left out Only later did I learn What they should have been talking about All I know about democracy I learned in that school Mostly....Not.