What Kind Of Art Is This?

What Kind of Art Is This?
If I advance then the hood say I’m pompuses
I want progresses not novices
And the more I realize I want no parts of this

But the problem is when I conquer this
All I receive is a backhand compliment
I do not fit all the stereotypes of this
They say I speak so well being dark as this

What Kind of Art Is This?
My people classify my speech as Caucasian-ist
I am bothered this was never right with this
‘Cause I work too hard for my offices

My diploma sits so high on my wall
Next to my XXL and trophies from ball
Don't ever put me inside a box as this
Still that nigga? Or Uncle Thomases

Chorus

Something tells me that you think you know your shit about me
Cast your judgement I dont give a flying fuck you doubt me
Two lips on my ass (kiss) Two lips on my ass (kiss)
Two lips on my ass (kiss) Two lips on my ass (kiss)

What Kind of Art Is This?
And how I reconcile in my heart with this?
Where do I belong where’s my spot in this?
I wanna see new things and explore my gifts

My suit and tie may only show that I am token
But one simple mistake and I am outspoken
I am done Black man who’s labeled as thug
Please keep your sweeping statements up under this rug

So I ask what kind of art is this?
I respectfully decline all your social scripts
I ain't sign up for that role why do they exist?
This smile up on my face doesn’t show I am pissed

Why do I get stares if a white girl that I kiss?
So much more that I can say but I’m hoping you get the gist
American made and built Ford tough
You just color me bad when you paint with a broad brush

Repeat Chorus

This is your box you ain't you ain't going nowhere