White (How I Learned to Stop Living and Love The Man)

Inclement weather
Increment weathered
Rungs of the social ladder, climb it, climate depends
On this lifelong intermission from beginning to end
This eye's on innervision of many enemies and friends

Infinite, whether intimate
Whether imitant inhibitions
of imminent intuition

Tremulous and elegant
Of emulant and elements
Like small-minded sentiments
That like minded settlements
of group think intelligence
of felons with metal grins
Not realizing the well their melon's in
Now disguising their own melanin, dwelling in
their skin cells against
This white-washed fence

“Jim, you have been cleansed”
The radio softly sends messages
How much you become depends
on the amount that you succumb to trends
Assimilation, conformity, how colorless you are
How your aura acts accordingly

“Kunta Kinte, your name is Alabaster
and oh my God, you sun-colored bastard!
As if touched by Hades,” sung the tongue of the whip pastor
“By the power vested in me by manifest destiny, I am your master”
“But he told me you killed him”
“No darkie, we built him,
and by our god you shall be bound
In shackles, trod down upon
For crackling flames await you, gnashing fangs
Crowns of thorns for marks of Cain
You differ in pigment so we brand you nigger
'til the pain of being of man is but a figment figured by your imagination
Rise, newly baptized child of rain

Deluged in delusion
Dissolved into solution
This dissolution of black to white
Disillusion, turns sunny days to tortured nights
Stirred in a melting pot that still calls your metal black
You've sold out, brother, no amount of smelting will turn you back

A crucible, of which agony is crucial, these lashes strike gashes
to keep eye lashes passions earthward
As I become ashes, cyanide gases have made me food for earthworms
Before being food for thought, you must first turn to dust

Tom, the fires shall burn your cabin
That one last bastion
Of freedom, that one part that let you captain your own action
Should you sell your soul as you've sold your body, you receive life everlastin'

Particles won't tell your story
Your volatile short lived glories
There's no use not performing
This white, collared slavery
I've seen the last of the Mohicans
Incans die in the blink of an eye
Ra fall as moons rise
Barack, Shaka, when all is said and done
The maggots have their lunch, you too will be white.