Black

[Intro: Eddie Kendricks]
People!
People the time has come...

[Verse: Authentic Intelligence]
Chasing, chasing
Chasing, chasing me
These demons
Seemingly seeping into mental
Through this American Dream
I’d scream but I’m stuck in the sunken place
Woe is me, balancing
The reality of my harsh identity
An entity walking around empty
For the benefit of the white man
I can’t begin to explain my pain
The paranoia picking at my brain
Like a field nigga drained of his life
I try not to notice the atrocious looks
In middle of the night
Thinking it’s my human right
Not to be shot on sight
And yet here am I
Uncle Sam I am not some distant nephew
Whose mentality you can screw with
I am the nuisance
Whose ancestors you tried to noose
Since us negroes needed to know our place
I am not the tar-faced white man
Nor am I the complacent black man
This racist country paints me to be
You ask me “Who I think I am”
I be the seeds of the trees
Of the Kuntas and Mammies
I am black—I am me