Can’t take another
“Lemme amplify your voice”
When I done been screaming
my whole Lived Black life

These fools are masters tools
Digging away at masters graves
And don’t even own it
Another chance to dance in skin
Without respecting those
who actually live in them

We reject these storylines
And we gonna keep our Tory Lanez
And Breezy doing his best work too
Sang it real: Nick Cannon can pop off 20 kids
And you can cease an entire opinion
And don’t even start with me
About Uncle Toms
You can’t be real Black and proud
Hanging with white mobs!
Yo, you the New Klan and you ride again!

Saying over and over
“I speak for you my friend”
Nah listen here white people:
If you speak for Black people
You stealing our voice
Keeping us silent by choice

I’ll fight back and remind you
I’m more than hot sauce or grits
Juneteenth ice cream and Black pride
When my folks done helped invent a bit
of nearly Everything

Using tools we have in common
The beat and the drum we're the ones
who have Kept it coming

So
Sad
When
Only
White
People
Speak
For
Black
Friends
Doesn’t
It
Sound
Bad?

in comparison sometimes to the lyricism
Of folks with different blood
But they insist white people are heard first
Which must be why we are all thriving
Out here not at all dying

Maybe it all ends
With Black people evolved without voice
In future generations will we
Show up in-person
to flex over a dub
Of someone doing a Black voice
But you know “like funnier” than us?

Will we be Black in politics
With only the lightest of skin
And whitest of dear friends?
Never again visiting the real
Neighborhoods like King did?

Where’s it gonna end with this
Handover and passing
Like ‘em taking every pose from prison
When they ain’t never ever been
Not ‘em trying to lay down a hair
When their hair only lays down to begin with?

What we gonna do with these white people
Who wanna be Native so they fictionalize
Whole grandmas they ain’t never had
Why oh why do they hate
being white people so bad?

They had some good stuff!
Had some decent times!
They wore buckles on their hats
And silver on their arms
Made civilizations, roads, barns
A lot more than this fable
of White supremacy
As if the whole of
every empire and
Every pyramid
Was only centered on one thing?
Whiteness? Puh-Leeze
Why don’t these people
know their own history?

Got turned around in
A zeal for change and hope
Got a little familiar too fast
Went a little broke
Had too many failures
from this woke crowd
Including the show Woke
Cause yeah that’s cancelled too

People aren’t buying it
And neither have I
Couldn’t seeing how Very
different people can be
Some good some bad
some complete in their indifference
Power to assign status
based on lightness alone
Is quite the claim all in itself

Disproving quite neatly
This inequity and intolerance,
This injustice and exclusion,
Is really about increasing opportunity
For more people to sit in white rooms
Getting paid to be real mean to you

As if I needed them to do that for me!
As if I needed anything but that…
But that’s how it is when
The New Klan rides every night
And every tweeted dawn

Attacking new or old
Doing it round and round
(Yawn)
How entirely boring
(And exceedingly cringe, huh)

But so it goes when
Master tools dig same holes
Over and over
Meaningless in all reality
When names are like winds of sand
and the real Nothingness is time

Perhaps indeed the last 50 years
and the next Will be summed up Simply
as the word: meme

For it implies a whole world
that knows not itself
But only the image it has seen
Only faulty and cracked in view
Might well describe a society
That rises nowhere and often
For those who have voice to scream