Don't Call Me Buckwheat from my "Don't Call Me Buckwheat" album released in 1992.

It's time to bury the 'N' word along with all the other racial slurs.

I was inspired to write this song after a very upsetting moment: I was at Shea Stadium watching the Mets vs. Houston, Dwight Gooden vs. Nolan Ryan. I was sitting in foul territory in left field. I got up to get a few franks and soda for the guys, walking and watching the game and going down the steps, all at the same time. I was probably blocking the view of people--and one guy says, "Hey, Buckwheat! Get the f--k out of here, Buckwheat!" I had never heard the word used before like that; I was shocked. I turned around and I was just frozen. I kept walking and I was on line and feeling really uncomfortable. I said, "Don't call me Buckwheat" to myself, and I went home and wrote the song. It just brought back my whole childhood, all the name calling. I grew up in Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn in a very mixed-race community: Jews, Irish, Blacks, Italians and Spanish, K--s, M--ks, N-----s, W--s and sp--s. You heard those words a lot. I would cringe when I heard the "n------" word and I still do. The whole usage of it today in rap disturbs me to no end. Kids don't know the real meaning and how it feels to hear it. It got to the point where you knew you'd hear it almost every day from someone.