Is it a color?
Somethin' spectacular
Or a notion
We spread like lotion
On chapped dry skin
Hopin' for it to sink in
Like a revolution
An ultimate solution
To the ailment
The disease
Called race-sick-em'
Mental attack signals
Spreadin the airways
Infiltrating the antennas
Of cold-hearted individuals
Dividin' one the looza the otha' a winna'
Tuning their brains into
short-waved stations
Powered by an ill perceived frustration
That BLACK
is the opposite of the other
That it does not contain a sista' & a brotha'
That came from the same motha'
Guided by the same supreme fatha'
Black ain't no culla'
for the eyes to see
Black is you and me
Born likenly
as we are
to achieve
whatever we want to be
Black don't make me your brotha'
It only encases our strugga'
Black is simply an understandin'
Between one anotha'