Hey man, we need to talk
And this time I’ll try not yelling
I just don’t appreciate remarks
About how ‘real black people’ are jive talking fatherless felons
Who the fuck are you to tell me I’m not black enough?
Cuz if I lost my cool in the eyes of the law I’d be 2 shades too dark to trust

Being black isn’t getting to use the N word
Honestly I’d prefer if no one said it all
No, being black isn’t wearing a ‘Free Chief Keef’ tall t-shirt
Waiting for your father or parole officer to call
No, that’s not it

Hey man, you’re kind of an asshole
For thinking it’s cool to say that shit
I never fucking asked you
Your opinions on Tyler Perry or interracial relationships
Or how bad you want to fuck a black girl
Because objectification’s some accomplishment
Or how easy I must have it
Because what’s in my pants must be really big

But being black isn’t having a 12 inch dick
Although I’ve let the assumption get me laid more times than I care to admit
No, being black isn’t being a mad woman
Having to trick or gold dig to support hood rat kids
No, that’s not it

So hey man, don’t you dare tell me what I am
I’m not your oreo or a coconut
Or whatever clever euphemisms you make up
I know it’s hard to believe
But we’re not all the same
I don’t need your insight on my people’s pop culture
Let that sink in

I’m black
And most days I’m proud to be
Proud of our culture, proud of or history
But that doesn’t solely define me
I refuse to let my skin color become my identity
Or whatever else you want to try to use to confine me
So who are you to tell me I’m not black enough?