Scented droplets of sweat cascading,
a bemused smile beneath pain masquerading,
do dat Harlem Slide, boppin', Cha-Cha too sweet,
let Monday morning talk to my tired feet
Can I ride on a rainbow
colored red, black and green,
chill with the mellow fellows and dig the Malcolm scene,
Praise God for my aspect to the Son now clearly defined,
I WAS BORN TO BE BLACK,
BEFORE BLACKNESS WAS A CRIME
The colorless gotta confess,
they copy the style of my dress,
pointed toes, cuffed slacks, slick like pig grease,
let Monday morning talk to my tired feet
Can I slide on Black Ice colored mahogany tone,
chill wit the can't resist her sistas 'till the morning sun gloams,
Praise God for a house that ain't eva closed,
I WAS BORN TO BE BLACK,
BEFORE BLACKNESS WAS IN VOGUE