We must pay homage to those who came before us
Without this man, Mr. Langston Hughes, I wouldn’t be the writer I am today, yeah

Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash, just
Who do you think I am?
Tell me, Mr. Backlash, just
Who do you think I am?
You raise my taxes and freeze my wages and send my sons to Vietnam, c’mon
Tell me, Mr. Backlash, just
Who do you think I am?
You give us second class houses and second class schools
Second class houses and second class schools?
Second class houses and second class schools
You must think us colored folks are second class fools
When I try to find a job to earn a little cash, I
Try to find a job to earn a little cash
I try to find a job to earn a little cash
All you got to offer is white backlash
But the world is big, the world is
So big and round, it’s a great big world, Mr. Backlash
It’s so big, bright and round
And it’s full of folks like me, who are black, yellow, beige and brown, c’mon
Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash, just
Who do you think I am?
Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash, what do you got to lose?
C’mon tell me, Mr. Backlash, just
What do you got to lose?
I’m gonna leave you, Mr. Backlash
I’m gonna leave you, Mr. Backlash
I’m gonna leave you, Mr. Backlash
Singin’ your mean old backlash blues