Death by Assimilation

When we get done kissing ass...
Death by Assimilation

When we stop dancing and singing
And start walking and talking
When we sacrifice our style and grace
And pick up the corporate pace
We'll cheat the poor to get rich too
Including those of our own race

When we get done kissing ass...
Death by Assimilation

When we cut our locks and dreads
...Though the follicles be dead
When we trade our braids and 'fros
For what reason, who knows
When one gets paid to think
Hairstyles never impose

When we get done kissing ass...
Death by Assimilation

Put our identities in crisis
Revoke our creative license
Just so we might be included
We'll see our character diluted
Claim to make change from the inside
When inside ourselves we blew it

When we get done kissing ass...
Death by Assimilation

We fight to simply be thought of
Not put below; not raised above
The right to express who we are
Or who we're not, and still get far
The answer's not to mimic them
Unless we freely choose that part

For when we get done kissing ass...
Death by Assimilation