Cat Daddy

Masked and Depicted as a BET portrait for my pigment/Tossed around like pigskin/only getting to my goal line by a hair/ only to have the procedure repeated/ bench pressin twice the weight just to get a head/ but is it really getting a head/if im the only black head underneath the maquillage  of white america/ so once I blow up I turn to puss/a sell out/cause my pigment appear to change/but if you see my surroundings/the portrait is that of the shadowed windows of a boxer/I’m just an undergarment only presented when its covenant for America/the token nigga/guess life’s an arcade/like the toys at the carnival that are stuck in the machine/only to be picked up, one at a time by that under deserving child/ They say hey, a famous rapper made it, you can to/  I say to them, only a hand few make it out the slums while the rest are trapped/ Trapped by a system that neither cares and no longer believes in equality/ Equality isn't disproportion/Equality is as it means, EQUALITY/ God made all man equal, guess America didn't get the memo/

To be black in america is to be alone almost…./ Some Africans hate you because you are not pure African/ Some Whites Hate you because they depict you as confrontational or non assimilated/  So if my supposed home sees me as inferior while my actually home sees me as a threat because I’m black, where is one to go?  Stuck in two landscapes, the subdivision right beside the ghetto or the suburbs isolated from reality carefree and in solitary, or be in an urban community and be with my people but never being quite understood, only listened to only when what I say comes to fruition/ Wonder how Malcolm X felt when he woke up and started trying to open people minds but they wouldn't listen, or the countless philosophers who were ridiculed in their day but are now looked at as legend.