Circle of misconception

Scrutiny from eyes of intrusion, watching your every step

Closed minded thoughts of inclusion, glaring with intent depth

Staring from their group with the conclusion

As I join others like my own

Alleged charges of exclusion

As they intrude visually into my zone

Whisper..whisper...shhhhh...shhhhhh

Why do those black people play the elimination game?

Why do they all sit together, acting the same?

Wherever they go must they always congregate?

They never join others, "they don’t know how to communicate"

Conversation has never been a problem

As I do know how to relate

It’s personal discretion that I choose to affiliate

With those in the room who look like me

It’s not with the intent of omission

It’s a result of past prohibition

So, when you point the finger and place accusation

For every one of my cliques of insertion

Are three of your circles of isolation

See when we come together it’s to support and have one another’s back

Because we know your faction will only condemn and attack

You don’t understand because you choose to ignore

Only thinking that we have something mischevious in store

That may be the case

Or maybe not the deal, but when it comes to trust

I don’t remember the word freedom

I remember the word "steal"

I don’t remember life

I remember "kill"

I don’t remember your kind being associated with bravery

I only recall "beatins'" and "slavery"

I don’t remember having a choice or making a decision

But I do remember 400 years of being imprisoned

I don’t remember the fateful exact date

But I definitely remember visions of hate

Oh, you forget all those things

That I am now mentioning

Did you also forget those southern lynchings?

So see when you see us together don’t be appalled

Were catching up on history pilfered and taken

It’s not exclusion we’re creatin'

It’s History were remakin'