The moon cries for solace by the time that I awaken
Greeted by pleasant smiles and them asalamu-alaikums
Split a Garcia Vega, with my felonious capers
Limited by dividends and so we bask in the vapors
I'm surprised I still find time to smile
Amidst the pool of blackened auras amongst god's design
Soon enough my black skin will be deemed the fate of a swastika
And my coarse face strayin me from bein Mr. Popular
The chocolate city is now a vanilla swirl
Consumerism's the new religion of all the boys and girls
Was it destiny for MTV to replace bible scriptures?
Why is suburbia comfortable with callin me n***a?
Directin my blessings to Trayvon Martin
Lord knows that could've been me so don't y'all even start it
I was forced to brace my hands upon some racists in the south
Called me a pickaninny so I laced one to his mouth
Sad casualties of the rape of indifference
Serenaded by Phyllis Hyman while embracin' my existence
I seen the need for change, so it made sense to reflect
The initiative in self, catalyst for the first steps
Nostalgia revitalized in the smiles of my kin
Cleanse me of this desolate temperament born through strife within
Youth conjured bliss and with pain came adolescence
Forsaken the gift of the present and hindered my ascension
But as the sun leaps to dance with the cerulean skies
And the wind grasps my frame I see I'm truly alive
I danced to the notion as my feeling's dispersed
And I turned 19 upon July 21st