I write because I'm too weak sometimes to run
Lie in the shallow pool of self pity
Because my skin is too thin to lie in the sun
Fake elation
To cover infuriation
Curled in a corner 
To avoid mutilation
Selling out...
To avoid degradation
Perm my hair
To avoid humiliation
Like Anne Frank, my mind is in a camp of concentration
Due to the media's diluted information
Now I know how this game works
So I play into the sensation
And smile....
at the attempts of the "good ole' boy's" intimidation
This is my life...no picket fench that is white
But for some reason that's all that I seem to be surrounded by
White lies.....
Death sets in through fallen soilder's white eyes
Black men with their white wives
SUVs with American flags polluting white skies
I thought getting a dgree would change things
Nice try......
So, I'll settle for a nine to five 
and go to Starbucks to eat their lunch
Won't make too much comotion...
while nibbling on a fifty dollar champagne brunch
That way they will stay in Iraq...
and keep the modern-day lynching away from us