A Black Man

I am a black man Successful, educated, daring But still bond by chains From the look a likes that aren't me. No longer is it "The Man" that Persecute me, it's my own kind. Dragging me back Back into time. The way I dress Suit and tie The way I talk Sophisticated toss the slang The way I handle business Punctual all the time. The way I ride No glossy rims all black looks clean On the outside The way I walk Head up, shoulders back taking Every stride with the most pride. Jealousy Envy Hate In nearly every eye I see it through my window as I drive By. Not knowing the road I took was Extensive and intensive. They look at me with despise I take it as offensive. But I keep my head in the books My hand on the pencil That's why they are where they Are because they where apprehensive. Call me sell out Call me white boy Call me Uncle Tom Because when its all said and done I'm still god's son. And I'm not stuck in the hood I'm somewhere on the beach Sipping a drink having fun.