[Verse 1]
Mama counts cans, lights cut on Tuesday
Church on Sunday, pray rent come through, hey
Food stamps stretch like barbed on a fence line
Rust on the truck but we still gotta get by
Outsiders talk like it’s easy here
Like a prize in my pocket I don’t see this year
Tell me ’bout a ladder I ain’t never been near
Only steps that I know go down to the pier
House leaned over, rains through the rooftop
Pills in the creek, boys sleep on a fold-out
Cousin did time for the same thing they scroll past
Judge hit him hard, said “you people just don’t last”
[Chorus]
On this gravel road, tell me where’s my privilege
Hand-me-down hope, broke bones, broke bridges
If I’m so blessed, why the fridge stay splinter?
Why the heat cut off every time it’s winter?
Say I’m born on 3rd
But I’m still in the ditch
Y’all keep talkin’ ’bout a world
I ain’t never been rich
On this gravel road, tell me where’s my privilege
Same storm, same sky, different pigment
[Verse 2]
I know history cut deep, yeah, I read that page
See the chain-line, headline, old hate, same rage
I ain’t sayin’ you ain’t hurt, I ain’t claim your pain
Just sayin’ I ain’t cashin’ checks off your last name
Never owned nothin’ but the bills in my surname
Granddad coughed black dust, died for a work wage
Textbook say I’m “the man” in the hallway
But the rent man see me and he laugh in a cold way
Politicians point fingers so we point ’em too
Fightin’ over crumbs in a big man’s room
They sit back, sip sweet when the pot boils
While we scrap, same class, same soil
[Chorus]
On this gravel road, tell me where’s my privilege
Hand-me-down hope, broke bones, broke bridges
If I’m so blessed, why the fridge keep splinter
Why the heat cut off every time it’s winter?
Say I’m born on 3rd
But I’m still in the ditch
Y’all keep talkin’ ’bout a world
I ain’t never been rich
On this gravel road, tell me where’s my privilege
Same storm, same sky, different pigment
[Bridge]
Maybe both of us hurt, just in different ways
Both tired of the lines that they draw on our names
If they keep us swingin’, we don’t aim up
Two chairs break while they fill their cup
[Chorus]
On this gravel road, tell me where’s my privilege
Hand-me-down hope, broke bones, broke bridges
If we both broke down, who they come to fix first?
Why we both in the back of the same old church?
Say we born on 3rd
But we stuck in the ditch
Only way that we win
When we see who got rich
On this gravel road, tell me where’s my privilege
Same storm, same sky, different pigment
[Bridge]
Say my story simple
You ain't seen these roads at night
When the gas gauge flirting empty
And the pills cost more than life
Stop pointing at my pigment
Like a winning lottery slip
My people on the same cold floor
Different accent, same chip lips (skrrrt)
[Outro]
If this is white privilege
Where’s my silver spoon?
Where’s that magic money
I’m supposed to lose?
Got holes in my sneakers
Got bills past due
If this is white privilege
It ain’t come through (hey skrrrt)
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