Tell me…

I say i hate white folks,

but turn around to buck you,

the man in the mirror,

i love welfare to the max,

keep blaming slavery,

even though education is here,

so the children grow up,

without a father in the dark,

shedding tears,

as mother said,

he was really no good,

though she keep shacking,

from house to house,

and get older with chess games,

instead of empowering the young,

with true wisdom knowledge of intelligence,

she gives a speech on deceptive separation,

so now i am all alone,

can’t trust nobody,

but i am coward,

for recognizing the insanity,

on orbit…

from top to bottom,

throughout all classes,

so tell me what that black life like…