Hang on, wait a second, Rosa Parks sat for me to be free.

So don’t you dare go put a box around me.

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It’s not even that, it’s the preconceived stereotypes

Oh, there he goes, yet another black male – yup, future doomed for the toilet pipes

It’s not always that, the Man bugs me in other ways

You don’t have to be on a plantation for the whip to be crackin nowadays

That box, it reappears no matter what the scenario

Is my race really important for a test of my knowledge yo?

I sit down at the SAT and that box is back again

This time I’m not trapped in it, the man got smart – forced me to tick em in.

It seems somebody is seriously concerned if I’m African American

Polynesian Islander or of Middle Eastern origin

I find you intrusive, don’t make me tick Other

But would that be some kind of shame on my father and mother?

They have an identity too, and just cuz I acquired both

Doesn’t mean the Census Man can censor my racial vote

Let’s back track here, let’s go back to the street again

I walk right past the liquor store, proud I ain’t dipped into no Heineken

That dude, he’s looking at me, I swear this plague is endemic

Perhaps you’d be surprised sir to learn all my scholarships are academic

He raises an eyebrow and laughs at what I said

That smile quickly fades as I rush towards him, angry thoughts in my head

What’s this guy gunna do is the thought he be askin

But I smirk as I blaze right the hell on past him

See its situations like this where I’ve taken the power back

Thank you Ms. Parks, would you like your seat back?