Don't take this personal
I am not impressed about Obama who he is or what he did
I am so disappoint in our people that it brings my heart to tears
Another black man or woman to acquire something great
I just want representation to put something on my plate
I think of Clarence Thomas and the color of his skin
And the fact that he has done nothing but sit there and pretend
We have black congressman and woman who own companies and stock
yet still I cant find a job and I have looked under all the rocks
The hell with opportunity and I have felt the way it knocks
I feel that it was yesterday that my boat landed on the docks
Yes they keep on building jails to put my people in
And if you ask for amnesty you wonder if you sinned
they stole from us our history and killed the elders of our tribes
And when they raped our women and children they taught us how to survive
Now we turn our heads and close our eyes to what to be our fate
Another heaping potion of pig guts on our plate
Don't talk to me about prejudice and that it's old and dead
Where I live just hung a man in a jail and no one cares
Well I will end with my favorite political strategy defined as Benign Neglect
And I dare you to look it up it put the first hair on my chest
I am so disappoint in our people that it brings my heart to tears
Another black man or woman to acquire something great
I just want representation to put something on my plate
I think of Clarence Thomas and the color of his skin
And the fact that he has done nothing but sit there and pretend
We have black congressman and woman who own companies and stock
yet still I cant find a job and I have looked under all the rocks
The hell with opportunity and I have felt the way it knocks
I feel that it was yesterday that my boat landed on the docks
Yes they keep on building jails to put my people in
And if you ask for amnesty you wonder if you sinned
they stole from us our history and killed the elders of our tribes
And when they raped our women and children they taught us how to survive
Now we turn our heads and close our eyes to what to be our fate
Another heaping potion of pig guts on our plate
Don't talk to me about prejudice and that it's old and dead
Where I live just hung a man in a jail and no one cares
Well I will end with my favorite political strategy defined as Benign Neglect
And I dare you to look it up it put the first hair on my chest
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