pickaninny fieldhand just another darkie blue black big lip motherland monkey dark skin nappy head always being ugly you just another darkie you just another darkie when you hear em talking just love em and keep walking prayed for you brothers the masters done brainwashed em say it loud for em ignoring all of the mocking you just another darkie you just another darkie i used to wish i was puerto rican cause that type of black was different they had curly hair and accents and i would be called exotic i would lie and say im half something mixed with this and that of sorts anything to not just be a fieldhand descendent i knew black meant i was beautiful x clan done taught me that much that aint stop the black folks black jokes at lunch i had shaka zulu nefertiti tutankhamun posters hanging on my walls to ease the pain of them boulders thrown em so ashamed i got the round nose of a king im from the most mimicked culture but that aint do a thing for my self image subjected to a standard i could never meet genetics dont let blue eyes ever come with black feet culture say that black feet dont belong on skateboards they should stay on reservations mama winnie came for em black people self police you sound white when you speak why your hair so nappy you was just another darkie fat lip wide nose looking like some burnt toast nappy headed so gross master got em so fooled some people still blind hating on they own kind put your fist in the sky and dont pay em no mind man why should i care at all when you burn your own city whole and your daughter want a white doll man yall dont even like yall i remember they told me i would look better if i was lighter get wedded on the island with the dress to match my silence tell your melanin be quiet its too loud to match the culture the vultures of the media wikipedia wrote the posters who you mailin to who you selling to is your cerebellum bailing you out or is you jailed by the mouth that told you failin to not be yourself i know i believed it i know i repeated what was me sleeping killing my dreams maybe if i was thicker my skin wouldnt make a scene such a protagonist activist for a massive king they treat him like the villain yet they dont want what master schemes living like immigrants yet they dont want the masters things whos a slave whos the one to blame for the nappyness the averages love over hate is the fraction with the happiest mathematicians adding the blackness african applicants the night embedded i dont regret it the blackest skin  fat lip wide nose looking like some burnt toast nappy headed so gross master got em so fooled some people still blind hating on they own kind put your fist in the sky and dont pay em no mind man why should i care at all when you burn your own city whole and your daughter want a white doll man yall dont even like yall4