“Black”

My skin is considered a shade…

But no colored signs are what forced us away back in the day…

Racist created bands, without musical instruments by the Klu Klux Klan…

Where they gave my people trees instead of tickets…

To hang around for their performance…

We were a fan base of bondage…

Without an option…

My ancestors attended concerts of crucifixions…

Which is why today I refuse to live in a song…

Written by the sorrow of slaves…

And I will never be ashamed of the skin I am in…

Whether you love or hate my complexion…

You will respect my melanin…

And my culture is submerged into popularity to the point that others will steal it…

And deny the similarity…

My people are innovators…

Far from imitators…

Back home we were King and Queens before the invaders…

We just choose not to wear our crowns today…

But you know our essence is immaculate…

Time freezes from the way we age…

Our race is royalty…

No matter if we dress in black and gold…

Our black is gold…

And they wish they could cause the regression back to oppression because of our complexion…

Call it a race recession…

It’s master’s misconception…

But we will never return to that depression…

So cut the cords to the stereotypes…

We are not fried chicken eating…

Grape soda drinking…

Watermelon servants to whomever feel superior because of their pigment…

The only chains we acknowledge are the chain of command from businesses built by us…

Music and sports are not our only passage out of poverty…

We can be doctors…

We can be lawyers…

We can be president…

Our intelligence provides variety…

We are more than a product of our environment…

We are true trendsetters in society…

Not everyone’s a welfare baby…

Some lives always been glorious…

And the only “n word” you better ever call me is notorious because I dream big!

Our fashion is unforgettable…

Our dances draws attention…

Our rhythm is natural…

Our hair is rare…

To touch it, you need a legit reason…

We’re five star chefs…

Everyone knows all of our food gets seasoned…

And we are dominant in everything that has us determined…

So you can give us the shortest month to speak about our history…

But when it comes down to who actually built this country, that ain’t no mystery…

The declaration never stopped our assassination…

It wasn’t written for us…

And we didn’t ask to be here…

Thats a simple explanation…

But…

Here we are…

Black and beautiful…

Black and excellent…

Black and unapologetic about it…

Our worth is expensive…

Our presence will always be priceless…

And our existence will always…

Matter…

-Ricky “Randum” Maeweather