Is it just me? Am I the only one who sees your foot on my neck? Last I checked, the new millennium said slavery days had ceased to exist But you insist on bounding my intellect in iron chains and I remain the one who helps others get the glory while you continue to hold me down below the radar of prosperity… I detest the idea of the “because I’m black” mentality but you’ve left me no choice I must voice my opinion that I sit still because of the pigmentation of my skin while I watch white with dycks get all the tricks out of your corporate goodie bag. Hell yeah I’m mad that opportunity only seems to present itself to those already getting gifts due to the greatly despised “*** kiss”… My lips refuse to touch your **** talk But if I walk, you’ll probably just let the doorknob hit Even if I wanted to your foot is still on my neck cause your big business games are more intricate than my 5-card bluff and every time I stand by and watch you freak the system you created you’re calling it (my bluff, that is)… So therein lies the rebirth (in theory) of what we fought and died to end and now, a new fight begins with a new face and a dressed up smile when all the while backstabbing and placing my success in a virtual head lock. How can I fight what I can’t see? How can I see what you say doesn’t even exist? Hiding behind mounds of legal jargon that protects criminal behavior you steal my flavor and leave me entry-level and underpaid… I can’t wait for the day when the mind of darker skin holds equal weight When the ladder of success starts low enough for me to reach… My hands are up, stretching high my fingertips can brush the bottom rung but my struggle has only just begun – Cause you just won’t get your foot off my neck.