I’m black because I’m the opposite of white
Naw, naw, naw
I’m black because I was told i have a slave masters last name and I shouldn’t eat swine because it’s the white mans animal.
I’m black because I wear jeans that let my underwear breathe and I desire a cuff that falls right off my boots.
Hmm naw naw
I’m black because i’m baneful, dirty, filthy, disscusting, or at least that’s what Webster’s dictionary says.
Hmmm
I’m black because I abbreviate everything from timberland, timbos, polo, p-lo, style, stylo, down low, d-lo in which someone had the nerve to label it Ebonics.
I’m black because the only vacation my dad knows is on the weekends.
No I’m black because that’s what you see,
Not, who, I, be.
If shallow egotistical comparisons where never made I wouldn’t be black my brother next door wouldn’t be white he’ll just be a lighter version of me. Or I a dark skinned version of him.
So it’s a reality
Propagated by society
Setup not biblically to define you and me.
But Embraced by Christianity
Continuing on this insanity
Distorted as this world’s perception may be
Who I am and what I am thank God because…I’m black.
