"Nigga?" Please!

As we grow in this cage of sheer hate,
Still bound by the racism we wished to escape.
But blame them I won't for shortcomings not of their own,
I blame those where true colors are shown.

I love who I am but not where I'm branded,
In a "nigga" world where we foolish landed.
Where foolishness resides from my color now this day,
And the work of those before us has now gone to waste.

The word our ancestors hated now defines who are,
Now we foolishly embraces the word that left them scarred.
So "my nigga" tell me why you would settle,
To be a low class damned into your ghetto?

We sit and we wonder why this bug still exist,
Why the freedom fighters fought but racism still resists?
This pestilence still stand strong and still infects,
Because we have done naught but fed this filthy little insect.

As long as man has his excuse man will still do harm,
So why should we give him the tools to slowly rip off our arms?
Whatever has a reason will always remain present,
While equality is still sought and those below remain peasant.

Take a look in the mirror and the about that word,
And think about how you tongue be your damning sword.
And while the mirror stares back at you think of those who you appease,
The man in the wheel chair who named our ancestors "nigger?" Please!