Breakfast @ Denny’s Songtext
von Buckshot LeFonque

Yo, peep the situation, my dictation is a splendid
Rhyme that proves race discrimination never ended
Four score and seven years ago the dream first started
But it seemed like it died with Dr. King when he departed
How′s that? Let me kick an ill fact, black

Many men got the glory when my people died in combat
(Why, brother?) We was kings from the root and they knew that
Now we just another bull's-eye for them to shoot at
Here′s a prime example in today's era
Of how the problems of the past still yields out the terror
Imagine being hungry and, man, you wanna eat
But you go inside a restaurant and can't get a seat
And before that, even though they open the door for those

When they see you coming they put closed on the windows

Is it ′cause I′m real? Is it how I'm dressed?
Just because I′m not the rest they put a bullet in my chest?

Damn, I thought that was back up in the days
But now it's returned in fifty ways, dig


Black civil rights went out when the lights went out in Georgia
You schemed to end the black man dream and I applaud ya
But today, I′m looking at another way
Ain't no time to play, I′m sitting on the dock of the bay

Thinking of a master plan to get the motherland
Back from the other man to do more than the others can
Liar, when you play with fire then you burn
But how many people have to die before you learn?
My main concern is the law, what I'm living for
If the things you do today ain't no better than before

Furthermore, my literature you can′t ignore
′Cause I explore what you should be sore, so therefore
You have to break loose to see just how it used to be
For many having breakfast at Denny's

Now when will it end? Feeling all the hurt from within
Backslap my race but on your face there′s a grin
I'm all in to put you on your knees when you′re in
In the presence of my enemy but acting like a friend
All men are created equal, can I speak?
You can put me to the test but Lord blesses the weak
Can't sleep, you better pray to God your soul to keep
′Cause I was always taught that what you sow is what you reap


I'm tired of hearing my people sing
(Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya)

And we still ain't up to par? By far, who you think you are?
′Cause I be another black man pushing peace and unity
In my vicinity, there′s no serenity
And my ability brings more hostility
But that's cool, ′cause in many ways I was a fool
And I was never taught that when I was back in school
Damn, I thought that was back in the days
But now it's returned in fifty ways, dig