Winners Circle

The Lost Ones

The Lost Ones
 As children of the sun we're God's chosen people
 Lost in Babylon forgot that our power's unequalled
 Taken to idolizing the false ones while they idolize us 
Twerking while tanning, praying for lip injections and big butts
 Placing a premium on skin that's the lightest just because it's closer to being the whitest 
Denying the beauty that exists in ebony so you try to sex away your very essence 
Cause nobody wants a black baby with a nappy head and 
Saying, "It's just a preference" when we boast about not being attracted to darker hue-mans
 Throwing out the word darkie or blackie to our brothers and sisters like it's a sin for their skin to be full of melanin 
Wandering in the wilderness with no Moses to lead us to Canaan 
Blind to the cycles of self hate we propagate then we wonder why we've been forsaken 
Eating up the oppressors lies thinking it's really manna from heaven 
So any approach to combat their attacks can only be taken half stepping 
Cause our real problem lies with us and our attitude of, "In all white things, I trust." 
Taking our kids out of black schools and leaving black neighborhoods to get away from people who look just like us
 Looking down on those whom we deem "too black" with disgust Too urban, too ratchet, too hood and too ghetto
 As if our ability to transcend these stereotypes will ensure we're successful Will ensure that our black children won't have to deal with black issues 
That they will be judged on merit alone like Dr. King wished for
 That type of thinking is merely wishful 
This nightmare will continue and the realization of the dream won't get any nearer until we recognize that the true devil is the one staring back at us in the mirror
Peace
 

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