I guess THEY still don’t get it
THEY say we’re just blacks
Too busy killing ourselves
And snortin’ up crack.
Ain’t no coincidence that mess is white
Another tool to keep our race out the race
THEY say that’s a choice, and that’s what we choose
Another method to keep our faces on the 10 o’clock news
Don’t think you’re a better black because you went to school
Strived and achieved to reach your goals
You’re just a black that found a loop hole
Go ahead and find a job…after all they need at least 2 or three of us
Standard protocol states the office should have some type of diversity
It’s 2007, did you think it was deceased?
Ah my friends Racism is alive and well
If Racism was a person he would be SUPER MORBIDLY OBESE
Sittin there smackin on minorities, pickin us off with relative ease
No one there to keep him in check,
Face all red and so is his neck
Boss asked me if I had a WHITE-collar job before
If I knew what initiative means
He doesn’t think I can spell it, let alone demonstrate
Probably keeps him up at night
Wondering how I got 3 degrees on my plate
I know he thinks he put me in my place
I looked at the devil and smiled in his face
I know he thinks he’s truly won
But trust, you and I know, the battle has just begun
Won’t be no peace
Until I get my piece of what’s due to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
He thinks there are 100 other people who have all the skills I so-call lack
100 others could’ve had this job that was given to a black
I got 99 problems, but this ain’t one
And even it was no need to run
I’ve got hundreds of years of oppression ridin on my back
My people are dying from heroin, alcohol, crack
Hypertension, stroke, and heart attacks
I don’t want nothing from you, don’t give me jack
I’ll keep my head up high, and shoulders back
Why? I thought you knew…’cuz I’m black
© April D. Nickerson
January 17, 2007
THEY say we’re just blacks
Too busy killing ourselves
And snortin’ up crack.
Ain’t no coincidence that mess is white
Another tool to keep our race out the race
THEY say that’s a choice, and that’s what we choose
Another method to keep our faces on the 10 o’clock news
Don’t think you’re a better black because you went to school
Strived and achieved to reach your goals
You’re just a black that found a loop hole
Go ahead and find a job…after all they need at least 2 or three of us
Standard protocol states the office should have some type of diversity
It’s 2007, did you think it was deceased?
Ah my friends Racism is alive and well
If Racism was a person he would be SUPER MORBIDLY OBESE
Sittin there smackin on minorities, pickin us off with relative ease
No one there to keep him in check,
Face all red and so is his neck
Boss asked me if I had a WHITE-collar job before
If I knew what initiative means
He doesn’t think I can spell it, let alone demonstrate
Probably keeps him up at night
Wondering how I got 3 degrees on my plate
I know he thinks he put me in my place
I looked at the devil and smiled in his face
I know he thinks he’s truly won
But trust, you and I know, the battle has just begun
Won’t be no peace
Until I get my piece of what’s due to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
He thinks there are 100 other people who have all the skills I so-call lack
100 others could’ve had this job that was given to a black
I got 99 problems, but this ain’t one
And even it was no need to run
I’ve got hundreds of years of oppression ridin on my back
My people are dying from heroin, alcohol, crack
Hypertension, stroke, and heart attacks
I don’t want nothing from you, don’t give me jack
I’ll keep my head up high, and shoulders back
Why? I thought you knew…’cuz I’m black
© April D. Nickerson
January 17, 2007