Am I losing my people,
or are my people losing me?
In today's world, many of us
just don't know "who we be."
What makes us my people?
What makes us black?
Is it who we jump brooms with,
Or the clothes on our backs?

Are my people losing me
to what white America hides?
Or am I losing my people
to self hatred and lies?
Is it children without daddies
Or players with their caddi's?
Is it black girls without dreams
who shoot death in their veins?

Am I losing my people
to drugs, violence and thugs?
Or are my people losing me
to white neighborhoods?
Is it my so-called status?
Is it my relaxed hair?
Is it my articulate children,
Or the burdens I seem not to bear?

Am I losing my people,
or are my people losing me?
The million dollar question
is "Who do we be?"
What makes us my people?
What makes us black?
Some say ignorance.
Some say intelligence.
But I say . . . 
It's a matter of fact.