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.