The Black Sell Out Song

10599241_10152966798132125_8569855368526510979_nYou call me a sell out and an uncle tom
But I got a resume a quarter mile long

You protest the system, demanding it to change
While I’m working with it, I’m in it getting paid

Then I take that money, I turn it in to class
Used not only in a school room, but against a social past

So when I’m walking down the street, the first thing that “they” notice
Is not the color of my skin, but my smile and my motive

So if you think they see you as some kind of lesser thing
That just may be on you and the presence you don’t bring