He looked inside his hist’ry book
and saw that pages were torn out
He asked his friend to take a look
But neither boy had any clout
He saw some other pages then
Graffiti written on the print
He counted ‘til he got to ten
Of what they said, he had no hint
He went and told the principal
who said there were no other texts
The printing was invisible
He’d never pass the hist’ry test
He didn’t have a phone to use
He couldn’t cruise the internet
Whichever way he looked he’d lose
All money's used for food and rent
He checked the public library
to find that there’s no copy there
No internet for him to see
‘cause sometimes life just wasn’t fair
He went to county’s public school
The students there were mostly black
The board would just refuse to rule
if black folks gave them too much flack
The books came from an all white school
His school could not afford its own
By now some other things looked cool
because in school he'd never grown
He soon was cutting out of class
He might as well; his books don’t give
an education that will last
or teach a way that he could live
The county didn't help at all
The board ignored them, that was true
Their pleas had splashed against a wall
‘cause school boards could be racist too
Just think about it if you will
Imagine that he is your child
I wonder if you’d be so still
or treat it like it’s only mild
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