I’ve grown up in white America
And as God’s will that’s all I’ve known.
The suburban black America
Is one that’s hardly shown.
I’ve been told that I talk white
And I’m not truly down with my culture;
I just laugh at these comments, 
Cause the white world sees my true color.
I mean what’s wrong with being educated?
That’s what we as a people need!
I’m cool with gettin’ crunk,
But at some point, our children, we must feed.
My skin is as brown and my hair as nappy,
As homegirl on Section Eight.
Yet I get chastised cause a privileged life is my fate. 
I’ve made it my mission
To not put myself in a box,
These stereotypes upon us
Are like slavery’s chains and locks
To put this all in perspective
I leave you with this thought:


Black is black to all others,
So why can’t you just see,
Just because our immediate backgrounds differ
Doesn’t mean we aren’t from the same family tree.