I have always been told my real enemy is "The Man"
The man with skin white as snow, who rode through the night
The man who beat my people and stole their identity
The man who tried to hush my people as they protested for their rights
But when I sit back and think about my enemy, I do not always see "the snowman"
The enemy I see is a man who looks like me and calls himself "My Brotha"
My real enemy is "the Brotha" who sees my style and intelligence as selling out
My real enemy is "the Brotha" who was brotha enough to make me,
but not brotha enough to raise me
My real enemy is "the Brotha" who will scandalize my name,
but when he sees me in the street says "Help a brotha out"
You say "Act Black," but last I checked
Black was not a scene in a Broadway play but what I am
So "my Brotha" before you call me a sell-out
take a step back and look at who the real sell-out is