[Intro: Eddie Kendricks]

People!

People the time has come...

[Verse: Authentic Intelligence]

Chasing, chasing

Chasing, chasing me

These demons

Seemingly seeping into mental

Through this American Dream

I’d scream but I’m stuck in the sunken place

Woe is me, balancing

The reality of my harsh identity

An entity walking around empty

For the benefit of the white man

I can’t begin to explain my pain

The paranoia picking at my brain

Like a field nigga drained of his life

I try not to notice the atrocious looks

In middle of the night

Thinking it’s my human right

Not to be shot on sight

And yet here am I

Uncle Sam I am not some distant nephew

Whose mentality you can screw with

I am the nuisance

Whose ancestors you tried to noose

Since us negroes needed to know our place

I am not the tar-faced white man

Nor am I the complacent black man

This racist country paints me to be

You ask me “Who I think I am”

I be the seeds of the trees

Of the Kuntas and Mammies

I am black—I am me