Stop Sitting on the Bench Switch Teams
Keep waiting my sister
For that dark brother to make an honest woman out of you
You're riding the pine and running out of time
You seem to not know what to do
Your survival instinct hasn't kicked in
Brainwashed by our long loyal roots
the worlds passing you by and you wont survive
Until you learn to try something new
Old Bill and Bob
Who you met at your job
Have dreamed of holding your hand
But you can't see how useful they can be
Because you're waiting for the right black man
When you walk by their desk
with the power in your step
They fantasize about a romantic interlude
But the fear inside makes them want to hide
Because their afraid of that strong attitude
Give them a chance to worship the beauty
that so many want to possess
Girl, you can't know how free you can be
when you give someone else a chance
Or you can just wait on that 17 to one odds
you'll be picked for the black woman draft
to walk down the aisle
and maybe have one child
If not you'll be by yourself
If the myths scare you
about the sex, that you won't be satisfied
It's all a lie to keep you on the side
How Satisfied are you right now
So getting suited up there's another team out there
looking for an new starting crew
Stop riding the pine
you're running out of time
Your happiness is in trying something new
