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So I ask what they really want me to be, a nice guy in a suit, well groomed, mannerisms walking down the street that won’t make white women clutch their purses when I walk by, or comply with authority so I won’t die, or would they rather me just change my skin color overall, I’m not down with the latter, cause my tone is the same color as ham bone, and my bones are covered in a human version of etch-a-sketch, see to you these are merely tattoos, to me, these are war wounds that tell the story of breakdowns and depression of 400+ years of aggression, and when I get to flexin, trust, it ain’t to show off my muscular structure, it’s to remind myself that I gotta get tougher every single day, because the challenges are becoming more difficult every single day, I gotta battle against you, the thief who won’t offer me a seat at the table, but don’t mind making a meal off my back, I gotta fight back against women who only wanna see my sexual appeal, cause all they life they been hearing black men got skills, well honey chill, the only white I’ve ever touched is pork and when I got offered coke for the first time, I stuck out a fork to let it fall through the cracks, you see sorry, the only color over here I rock with is black, I want black babies, a black mercedes, even when I cook white rice I top it off in brown gravy, you see, I can’t be nothing but myself, and trust me, this is nothing against anyone of an color, but for so long they’ve plotted me to fight my own brother, they plotted for me to hate my own sistas, they didn’t want me to respect my elders, don’t call ‘em mister, but mister adversary, I can’t apologize ‘cause I carry more than just black skin up my back bone, I carry melatone, I carry my women to the throne, I carry my mind to the known, I simply carry, us, my peoples, no longer am I seeped in questions of what, why, where and how did we get into our position, I just did a lil addition and solved the equation, black man plus black woman equals explorations into lands amidst joined hands as we create our own marching bands walking to the sounds of zulu tunes to the war room, preparing for survival, see we are far from a revival because you can’t kill what cannot die, and with my third eye I shift to amass and uplift the kings and queens, my reality is your dream, it takes more than injection shots and sun baths to amass this greatness, so awaken and see, no amount of science can make you into what you will never be, and that’s simply….BLACK
