I'm surrounded by the assimilated niggas.
The token black kid in the sea of whites that takes all the subliminal racist bullshit with hella strife,
laughs and takes in the jokes of their own skin color,
not realizin inside the heart they bother,
the father of the kid feels their son and daughter,
has lost their sense of pride because they crash and flatter,
the agony of perplexity it seems to gather,
within the kid's sternum of his body not recognizing the matter,
dying inside his own skin wishing genocide on his own has to be the answer,
dying their hair color blonde and wearin' blue contacts just makes it feel badder,
looking at your own kind from the other side of town with hateful eyes just makes it sadder,
until you're 45 years old walkin aside another black man or women and you hear the word screamed "NIGGER!,"
then you turn around and look because you think they're not talkin about you, damn, you've slipped and crashed for 45 years into gray matter,
you're whole life you hated your skin color and wished you were lighter,
Just a little more shades of blue or green in my eyes you wanted them brighter,
the assimilated nigga movement is all amongst us making class ism amongst blacks thousands of times harder,
you went to all the brown paper bag parties where they wouldn't let blacks in if there skin was darker,
the uncle tom and tragic mulatto complex is set within these niggas and this to all of you it should bother,
because they will live their whole lives trying to be white then die a fool of a pseudo movement towards self-hatred, a bullshit martyr.
The token black kid in the sea of whites that takes all the subliminal racist bullshit with hella strife,
laughs and takes in the jokes of their own skin color,
not realizin inside the heart they bother,
the father of the kid feels their son and daughter,
has lost their sense of pride because they crash and flatter,
the agony of perplexity it seems to gather,
within the kid's sternum of his body not recognizing the matter,
dying inside his own skin wishing genocide on his own has to be the answer,
dying their hair color blonde and wearin' blue contacts just makes it feel badder,
looking at your own kind from the other side of town with hateful eyes just makes it sadder,
until you're 45 years old walkin aside another black man or women and you hear the word screamed "NIGGER!,"
then you turn around and look because you think they're not talkin about you, damn, you've slipped and crashed for 45 years into gray matter,
you're whole life you hated your skin color and wished you were lighter,
Just a little more shades of blue or green in my eyes you wanted them brighter,
the assimilated nigga movement is all amongst us making class ism amongst blacks thousands of times harder,
you went to all the brown paper bag parties where they wouldn't let blacks in if there skin was darker,
the uncle tom and tragic mulatto complex is set within these niggas and this to all of you it should bother,
because they will live their whole lives trying to be white then die a fool of a pseudo movement towards self-hatred, a bullshit martyr.
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