Conformity told me I had to buy the new version
The latest edition to a one race fits all definition....
My people told me that that wasn't enough
I had to distribute some things, prostitute some things like
My orgininality, my creativity, and my identity
Conformity told me she was just trying to create unity
But where is the love
When my fellow African American attacks me for being different
Shouldn't our past make us the same?
Shouldn't our ancestors link us together?
No, I guess that doesn't matter