They call us monkeys
in the sport we love
throw a banana as you watch
a black boy run
and when he turns you’ll sing
ooh ooh ah ah
grab him to keep him from walking off
Who gives a damn he provoked it right
throw the middle finger up
and call a black boy a black cunt

excuse my language
but if we have to hear it
then so do you
there’s no comfort when
the world watches
White Lives Matter
fly clear in the sky
as you attempt to remove us
from the world we live in
the sport we love

Still we score goals
feeding millions of small mouths
the blackness on our skin
undeniable
the power in our words
makes for unwavering action

I won’t say you’ll regret it
because at the end of the day
you’re still called a racist