So, let me analyze your philosophy.

I should walk, talk, and act like you

because we belong to the same race?

I shouldn’t read this book

because it doesn’t have any black people in it?

I shouldn’t listen to this song

because a white woman made it?

I shouldn’t be upbeat and smile and be proper

because that ain’t how a real nigga roll?

I can see, I’ll be nothing

but a fake ass bitch to you.

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You already got your mind made up

and you just met me.

So, you think that I’m lesser than you.

So, you talk about me in my face.

So, you home in on every mistake I make.

You’re a slave to society.

Can’t you see the world

that bigots have made for you and me?

A world where we can never be free,

where we don’t see beyond the horizon,

where we’ll always be a slave

to the concrete jungle mentality.

So, just because I don’t drop slang,

I don’t spend my paycheck on J’s and expensive clothes,

I don’t like music that’s only written

with four letter words,

then I’m not black,

then I don’t belong to the same race as you?

But what really gets me,

you don’t like dark skin or nappy hair,

you got some real issues, my dear.

You try to convert me,

like you’re part of the black race missionary,

but I’m not buying it,

so, don’t try it.

Do you even know what real soul is?

James Brown,

Al Green,

Barry White,

The Spinners,

The O’Jays.

Oh, how our people had dignity in those days.

But I’mma leave you alone.

How about we leave each other alone?

You got nothing to prove to me

and I ain’t got nothing to prove to you.

I’ll leave you with this,

you don’t like me,

but your enslavement

will be your entrapment,

and I’ll always be free to choose

instead of following unwritten rules

and my freedom

will be my serenity.