Born A Poetic Nigga Poem by Armand Miller

I love Black people
However, I hate Niggas
Niggas are always worried about
I, Me, and Mine
Not realizing that its that very thing
That's kept us behind
It's sad that we were here first
And the governor gives little Jose a better chance
At college than he does little Angela
Primarily because Jose has something
That Niggas refuse to accept
It's not all about me
It's how me affects we
See we can kid all night
About a Mexican stereotype
But if you pay attention, you notice
That each one of them has them working together as a unit

Niggas are phenomenal people
They just need to alter their mind frame
Use your hustle skills for business
Not the neighborhood drug game
Let's stop being the lazy bums
They try to force us to be
Because in the end Nigga please believe
You not free
They may have taken off physical chains
And we may not work in cotton fields
But they kept the ones on our brains
And have us working in the jail cells
It's shameful that as Niggas
We put our women on the corner of Wabash
So that she can frequently get her walls bashed
So that little Dwayne can have some soap with his bath
Truly Sad

No more I Me Mine
Worry about US We Ours
A lot of us think just because we got Barack
We're living the dream
The same dreaming we've been dreaming
Since slaves were set, "free"
My people here's a piece of a proverb
Form Arab history that fits us perfectly
"He who knows and knows not that he knows
Is Asleep - Wake him"
Its 2011, and our dreams are the same
As a people, we need to change
Because no matter how we look at it
No matter which way try to alter our destiny
We need to understand that
The revolution will not be televised
IT MUST BE VOCALIZED
AND THEN MOBLIZED