Iíve grown up in white America
And as Godís will thatís all Iíve known.
The suburban black America
Is one thatís hardly shown.
Iíve been told that I talk white
And Iím not truly down with my culture;
I just laugh at these comments,
Cause the white world sees my true color.
I mean whatís wrong with being educated?
Thatís what we as a people need!
Iím cool with gettiní crunk,
But at some point, our children, we must feed.
My skin is as brown and my hair as nappy,
As homegirl on Section Eight.
Yet I get chastised cause a privileged life is my fate.
Iíve made it my mission
To not put myself in a box,
These stereotypes upon us
Are like slaveryís chains and locks
To put this all in perspective
I leave you with this thought:
Black is black to all others,
So why canít you just see,
Just because our immediate backgrounds differ
Doesnít mean we arenít from the same family tree.