Dark Black Man
The Mandingo Complex
Is now a thing of the past
Now, if you swing,
You’ll get the gun in your ass
Like a Lawn Jockey, you were a patron
Until no longer needed
The exclusive home you bought them
Screamed for redecoration
Dark Black Man
Money no longer talks without representation
Make up your mind
Window shopping is not permitted
Dare You try and gather for lunch or brunch
On a hunch
That you could crunch and seal a deal
Without a punch signaling a corrupt bunch
You don’t need the Sun
To prove you have Soul
‘Cause unlike just anyone
Nobody can play your role
Supposedly God-fearing
Because of your people
Funny how they’re always tearing
Like they just fell on a steeple
Practicing for acts of bondage
As prisons seek your draws
Do You even know how to pay homage
without a made-up gangsta clause?
Do You
But, Love You
Act out
But, don’t wild out
Can You smile
While staggering your swagger?
Knowing all awhile
You’re the target of a dagger?
Not all of your brothers
Were born in the South
Sometimes, You can’t tell by the mother
Who should have the bigger mouth
Will you learn to be gracious
Before you become a star?
‘Cause there’s a spot not too spacious
That’s driven to by a Black car
Dark Black Man
They named a chariot after You
Just too bad the flames can’t tan
When you’re so close to charcoal blue