| Pickaninny fieldhand, just another darkie
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| Blue black, big lip, motherland monkey
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| Dark skin, nappy head, always being ugly
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| You just another darkie, you just another darkie
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| When you hear ‘em talking, just love ‘em and keep walking
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| Prayed for you, brothers, the masters done brainwashed 'em
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| Say it loud for ‘em, ignoring all of the mocking
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| You just another darkie, you just another darkie
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| I used to wish I was Puerto-Rican
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| ‘Cause that type of black was different
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| They had curly hair and accents
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| And I would be called exotic
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| I would lie and say I’m half-something
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| Mixed with this and that of sorts
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| Anything to not just be a fieldhand descendent
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| I knew black meant I was beautiful
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| X Clan done taught me that much
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| That ain’t stop the black folks, black jokes at lunch
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| I had Shaka Zulu, Nefertiti, Tutankhamun posters
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| Hanging on my walls to ease the pain of them boulders
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| Thrown ‘em, so ashamed I got the round nose of a king
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| I’m from the most mimicked culture but that ain’t do a thing for my self-image
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| Subjected to a standard I could never meet
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| Genetics don’t let blue eyes ever come with black feet
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| Culture say that black feet don’t belong on skateboards
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| They should stay on reservations; |
| Mama Winnie came for ‘em
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| Black people self-police «you sound white when you speak»
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| Why your hair so nappy? |
| You was just another darkie
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| Fat lip, wide nose (you just another darkie)
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| Looking like some burnt toast (you just another darkie)
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| Nappy headed, so gross (you just another darkie)
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| Master got ‘em so fooled (you just another darkie)
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| Some people still blind (you just another darkie)
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| Hating on they own kind (you just another darkie)
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| Put your fist in the sky
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| And don’t pay ‘em no mind (you just another darkie)
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| Man, why should I care at all
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| When you burn your own city whole?
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| And your daughter want a white doll
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| Man, y’all don’t even like y’all
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| I remember they told me I would look better if I was lighter
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| Get wedded on the island with the dress to match my silence
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| Tell your melanin be quiet, it’s too loud to match the culture
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| The vultures of the media, Wikipedia wrote the posters
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| Who you mailin' to? |
| Who you selling to?
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| Is your cerebellum bailing you out?
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| Or is you jailed by the mouth that told you failin' to not be yourself?
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| I know I believed it, I know I repeated what was me sleeping
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| Killing my dreams, maybe if I was thicker my skin wouldn’t make a scene
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| Such a protagonist activist for a massive king
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| They treat him like the villain yet they don’t want what master schemes
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| Living like immigrants yet they don’t want the master’s things
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| Who’s a slave? |
| Who’s the one to blame for the nappyness, the averages?
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| Love over hate is the fraction with the happiest
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| Mathematicians adding the blackness African applicants
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| The night embedded, I don’t regret it, the blackest skin
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| Fat lip, wide nose (you just another darkie)
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| Looking like some burnt toast (you just another darkie)
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| Nappy headed, so gross (you just another darkie)
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| Master got ‘em so fooled (you just another darkie)
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| Some people still blind (you just another darkie)
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| Hating on they own kind (you just another darkie)
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| Put your fist in the sky
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| And don’t pay ‘em no mind (you just another darkie)
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| Man, why should I care at all
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| When you burn your own city whole?
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| And your daughter want a white doll
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| Man, y’all don’t even like y’all |