Leroy the Nigger
By Andrew L. Miller

Leroy was a nigger
And he knew it to be true,
This didn't change the fact
That he was black and never blue.

Unaware that when we saw him
We would lock our doors,
Unaware that he was never
Welcome in our stores.

Unaware that he was high
From morning through the night,
Unaware that we could
Only see him in the light.

Leroy knew of none of this
For he was truly dumb,
And if he weren't a slave
There-is-no doubt
He'd be a bum.

Nothing bothered Leroy
For he really didn't know,
We longed to kill that nigger
And we longed to make it slow.

But we all kept on living
With our guns and sheaths beneath our beds,
And when we saw young Leroy
We yearned to blast him out of our heads.

We had to watch this negroe
For his moves could not be told,
But he always was black,
And that could not be changed,
We never knew when he would grab or take a hold.

But late one day
I had to wonder
Why we acted such,
And then I realized
Way deep down,
I didn't care too much.

Of course by this I mean
I didn't care about my fate,
For if I killed that damn nigger Leroy
I would surely go to state.

And going off to prison
Wasn't what I planned to do,
But killing him was worth it
And I knew it to be true.

So early in the morning
As he left his little shack,
Nigger Boy felt a pain as he
Fell under my attack.

I'd shot him in the stomach
To make sure he'd have to hunch,
Then ran up aiming for his head
And threw the lethal punch.

Wearing my brass knuckles
And equipped with noose and rope,
I tied him up and dragged him
To the place he hid his dope.

This nigger was a strong one though
And started to break free,
So all I thought to do
Was to find the nearest tree.

And when I found the perfect tree
It was justice achieved by me,
He was hung and we were to be free,
But I would not be able to flee
Because the Police are after me.