oj oj oj oj
whatcha say oj
break away
stop rewind take a
closer look at that
again
"and again" Connie explains
"we have no confirmation
no information
no word yet
as to who's really in the car"
"again" Peter tells us
"lets review the chain of events"
and our minds eye
halts at this sight
channel surfing
stop!
zero
in
at this sight
this sight
only matters now
only want to see
who's gettin' closer
who's gettin' the clearer picture
who's focusing faster
on this second of surreal time
as time
in time seemed to stop
measure by measure timing
our friday evening
by sunlight
on that porch sight

pictures "pictures so bravely taken
by our camera crews"
crews whose only job
is to film the news
news stories, new stories
makin you wanna scream
every time you look at the screen

so whatcha say oj
whatcha say
as your mythical image
boosts nielsen ratings to another level
no not like Michael J oj
no, no way
watching the image of another black star
fit the mold
of athlete gone violent criminal
an animal gone insane

and in the corner of the screen
screaming fans call out a players name
like yours
and again
images of black men running
down a lane
on marquee floors today
drip drops to images of your chase

so whatcha say oj
whatcha say 'bout
black men bein' chased by
white authority on the basketball court
controlling
limiting
emotions in the game
controlling the free flowing feeling
of the game

so whatcha say oj
whatcha say
when mythical ideals
of man transcending sport
sport figure dropping like tears of pain
tears of blood stain
white spectators
tuning in to channel zero
seeing you fall from fame
seeing you fall again
as that black threat you possess
swims across the screen once again

and somewhere I hear
a sports fan scream
no no way oj, no way oj

so whatcha say oj
whatcha say
as peter, tom, and connie
between the lines state
here's another nigger for the public to hate

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