The One About Being Black in America

Red hat, red state
White hood, white cape
Same shit, different date
What's great?
I'll wait
We don't get a plate
We don't get a seat
But we on our feet here to serve you
So we took those scraps and made soul food
Said your superior and its God that chose you
But the sun don't even like you, look how it's burns you
You don't want that Truth, Yal don't want those Roots
But you want those lips and you want those glutes
We the music, the culture the fashion
The sauce, the juice and the sazón
Told us to Barbecue over there
Now you mad that you can't come
Throwing a privilege tantrum
That's the new national Anthem
Music to my fucking ears now keep dancing

Look in the mirror and all I see is blessings
Melanin complexion royal ancestren
Look at my Sistren and I look at my Bredren
Melanin complexion royal ancestren



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Armour
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