You talk about a Conspiracy and the loss of the Blackman’s wealth. You point your finger at others, but never at yourself. You say that drug dealers are operatives of the C.I.A. But when they sell drugs to you and yours – suddenly it’s OK! You talk about Foreigners and what they take of yours, but, you’ve never even tried to visit a distant or foreign shore. You brag about your independence and your so-called wealth, but, you’re so self-centered, you don’t even spend it on yourself. You gossip worse than twenty women in a Cathouse Chat, but, when the conversation gets heated you run like a Fat Rat. So spare me the Conspiracy, because you’re Conspiring against yourself. Spare me the Conspiracy, you’re ruining your own health. It’s time that we Blacks took some responsibility for where we’re at today. Let’s be more responsible both at work and at play. So spare me the Conspiracy, it’s been going on before I was born. Spare Me the Conspiracy, it’ll still be here when I’m gone.