Inferiority Complex

Race is not the problem
It's an economic screen
There's an economic scheme
There are economic teams
See, black or white, wealth is the goal
There are blacks and whites both selling their souls
For diamonds, green paper, silver, and gold
But often, that's not the story that's told
We are told that the white man tried to keep us down
They are told that black folks try to rob the town
Blind via welfare
So who the hell cares
About how much we have in common
Not race but I know which room I'm in
Not race but room... Peep the knowledge
Thanks to my majors I learned a lot in college
But anyway, back to the "Room Over Race" theory
Let's see if I can explain "Room Over Race" clearly
Blacks or whites, many came here to serve
Not "slavery." "Indentured" was the word
But at that point, there were more poor than rich
And what if, one day, the poor called it quits?
Well, let's divide and conquer
Provide and sponsor
One color with some status
Maybe that will end the madness
See, there were servants rebelling
And, where that was going, there's no telling
So let's say "Not rich vs. poor. Black vs. white"
And with that went the real fight
Only to be masked for hundreds of years
Only to be masked by blood sweat and tears
We're fighting race when we should be fighting poverty
The whole time not blacks but the wealthies are really robbing me
Hmmmm... never thought about that
Never thought about who really won't cut us some slack
"Us" being the people who work hard everyday
Black, white, green, yellow, we are all the same
We are all in the pursuit of happiness
But too many blacks, whites, greens, yellows, aren't happy yet
Sure there are a few whites and fewer blacks who are happiest
But we're too focused on the simple things we have in common
Not the fact that while most of us are eating Ramen
Or maybe you say Ramen
Either way, the filet mignon eaters are payin'
Us much less than we are worth
And what do we do? Continue to go to a separate church
Frequent separate bars. Live in separate communities
Simple Simon M-Fs... the base word is UNITY
But really all we're doing is dividing ourselves
United we stand? Well we're dying ourselves
Not killing but dying because we won't interact
We fight together but when we come home from Iraq
Everything is B-A-U. Business as usual
White people don't you get it? Rich people are using you
Black peole don't you get it? Rich people are using you
"Oh my gosh! This school of thought is unusual "
Yes it is. But think: doesn't it make sense?
Real quick, step outside of the present tense
If you had power in the past, would you give it up?
Or would you give someone 1 step from 0 so you could still be 10 above?
Come on people. Think! It's not that hard
Republican? Democrat? No. It's soothed and scarred
We are so focused on hating the other race
That we don't see what stares us dead in our face
Even those of us who fight against racial inequality
Don't think "It's economics that serves as a primary wall to me"
And then think "Well maybe it's the same for the poor cracker down the street."
And maybe he shouldn't think "I'm frugal. Niggers are cheap."
Maybe we're all the same and we need to fight the money
And if you think I'm joking, I guess you find tax brackets funny
I'm going on and on trying to drill it in your heads
And I'll probably be saying the same thing until I'm dead
Because we're all so dumb that we can't get past an exterior
While we see race, to them money makes us inferior.


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