Did you stop being black when you work up this morning?
Or was it yesterday, when you bought that new benz?
Maybe it was last year when you received your Phd?
Nigger.
Oop's did I say that, couldn't have been me.
It was your white law partner.
The white loan officer.
The white valet at the Ritz.
The white neighbor next door.
The white family doctor.
Uh, isn't that the pits.
So no matter how much you try to avoid it,
Someone's always there to put you back on track.
Constantly reminding you, that your...still...black.
And what's wrong with that, seems mighty fine to me.
There's nothing else on this earth, I'd rather be.

Money
This enigma so funny to me in an admirable sense
For while many face the consequence of feast or famine
I examine it too experience a feelin
Of trust seen in this material chameleon
People of color believe will retrieve their pigmentation
To place them inside a situation
Where the African is dropped from their American
Free to strive for picket fences and good Samaritan awards
Never knowing the sword used to cut has two sides
For walking free with the "in"emy collides with your own
A path sewn with the thread of incarceration
Once led inside there is no return
So don't waste last breaths on cries for help from afar
Just fall asleep knowing you can't sell out who you are.