Hands on The Dashboard - Chevy Woods

Officer, Mister Officer

Tell me why you wanna see me in a coffin, sir

Officer, Mister Officer

Hold up, can you tell me first why you stopped me, sir?

Well, first of all, your tints too dark

No, that’s a lie

I think I need backup, we got us a tough guy

Ugh, not being tough, I just know the law

Too much to get proof of tints, can I make a call?

Look, put your hands on the dashboard, son, and don’t move

Feel like me against them, no weapon, l’m bound to lose

Now, what’s your name?

I’m like «Kevin,» he like, «Kevin who?»

Kevin Woods, you must be new, I never heard of you

Well, just so you know, I’m a black, intelligent brother

And it’s a nice day out, I’m enjoying the summer

Ain’t been in trouble since twenty-three, I’m clean, baby

Look, I just wanna get this done, so I can leave maybe

Dashboard, hands on the dashboard

Dashboard, hands on the dashboard

Dashboard, hands on the dashboard (Dashboard)

Hands on the dashboard (Dashboard)

I, too, sing America

I’m the darker brother

They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes

But I laugh

And I eat well, and I grow strong

Tomorrow I’ll be at the table

When company comes

Nobody will dare say to me, «Eat in the kitchen,» then

Besides

They’ll see how beautiful I am and be ashamed

I, too, am America