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whatever

when you notice me
do you really know it's me
cause i'm a be what i'm supposed to be
whether your near or not that close to me

fact is, i really don't practice this
and i can careless how black this is
you can't charge me like paying taxes
and turn around and ask me to act like this

drag your feet, slur your speech
grab your crotch before you teach
i understand that's some of the things you see
but what does that have to do with me

seriously...like, i wanna know
how many brothers do you know
not all of us are quick, some are slow
some, like me, say "four" some brothers say "fo"

just because i say "for" don't make me no better
i just know how to dress for the weather
whether i need to be direct or clever
if i'm still not black enough...whatever

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  1. Thanks for sharing this, it sure touched this heart! Carolyn Martinez

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  2. Love is a commandment from the author of Love, go spread the love brother! Love ya!

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