Brother

We deal in too many externals, brother Always afro's, handshakes and dashikis Never can a man build a working structure for black capitalism Always does the man read Mao or Fanon I think I know you would-be black revolutionaries too well Standing on a box on the corner, talking about blowing the white man away That's now where it's at yet, brother Calling this man an Uncle Tom and telling this woman to get an afro But you won't speak to her if she looks like hell, now will you brother Some of us been checking your act out kinda close And by now its looking kinda shaky The way you been rushin' people with your super black bag Jumping down on some black men with both feet cause they're after their B-A But you're never around when your BA is in danger, I mean your black ass I think it was a little too easy for you to forget that you were a negro before Malcolm You drove your white girl through the village every Friday night While the grassroots stared in envy and drank wine, do you remember? You need to get your memory banks organized brother. Show that man you call an Uncle Tom just where he's wrong Show that woman that you're a sincere black man All we need to do is see you shut up and be black Help that woman Help that man That's what brothers are for brother.