uncle tom, uncle tom
I never thought we would meet, not face to face.
I talk about behind your back, pointed in public.
When I arrived at my grandparents,
I found you there?
We went to the grocery store, what did I hear?
Uncle tom, uncle tom
I looked around to see, but there was no one to see.
We walked out with groceries, happy as can be.
What do I see? All around us was pointing fingers.
Shouts of "uncle tom, uncle tom."
What the hell?
No, they can't be shouting at me!
This is dedicated to all the true uncle tom's who were misunderstood.
The ones who did what was necessary for the families to survive.
The ones who didn't give anyone a reason to kill them.