Got Over
HARRY BELAFONTE, ROBERT GLASPER
Let me tell you who I am i’m not dead, yet
So, the sum total has not yet been added up
So let me tell you who I think I am
I’m one of the ones of color who got over
I’m one of the ones your bullet missed
I didn’t graduate high school
Not to boast about, but to puzzle over
After all
I’ve been awarded thirty-four PhD’s
Honorary, they are called
Because I defied the rules i’m a dropout
Not by choice, but by fate’s sense of humor
By nature’s design i’m dyslexic
I’m the son of immigrants of color
The island of slaves were dropouts also
They found their way to
America’s Harlem ghetto
They found no work inside the law
But with cunning they survived
Outside the law
They made the rules, and endured
I’m one of the ones of color who got over