What Kind of Art Is This?
If I advance then the hood say I'm pompuses
I want progresses not novices
And the more I realize I want no parts of this
But the problem is when I conquer this
All I receive is a backhand compliment
I do not fit all the stereotypes of this
They say I speak so well being dark as this
What Kind of Art Is This?
My people cla**ify my speech as Caucasian-ist
I am bothered this was never right with this
‘Cause I work too hard for my offices
My diploma sits so high on my wall
Next to my XXL and trophies from ball
Don't ever put me inside a box as this
Still that n***a? Or Uncle Thomases
Chorus
Something tells me that you think you know your sh** about me
Cast your judgement I dont give a flying f** you doubt me
Two lips on my a** (kiss) Two lips on my a** (kiss)
Two lips on my a** (kiss) Two lips on my a** (kiss)
What Kind of Art Is This?
And how I reconcile in my heart with this?
Where do I belong where's my spot in this?
I wanna see new things and explore my gifts
My suit and tie may only show that I am token
But one simple mistake and I am outspoken
I am done Black man who's labeled as thug
Please keep your sweeping statements up under this rug
So I ask what kind of art is this?
I respectfully decline all your social scripts
I ain't sign up for that role why do they exist?
This smile up on my face doesn't show I am pissed
Why do I get stares if a white girl that I kiss?
So much more that I can say but I'm hoping you get the gist
American made and built Ford tough
You just color me bad when you paint with a broad brush
Repeat Chorus
This is your box you ain't you ain't going nowhere