[Intro]

Let me see, let me see, how should I start?

Cause if I offend too many I won't chart

Maybe I'll scratch this and do another rhyme

Forget that, I'm going in on these Uncle Toms

[Verse 1]

You a self-hating, brainwashed, out of touch soft boy

You hate your own skin colour, you so lost boy

So what I'm light skin? I'm still enlightening

And I got a lot of friends that's white men

This ain't bout them

It's about you, you fronting for (everybody)

Self-esteem low, Flo-rida, T-Pain

You trying hard to impress but (It's A Front)

Laugh at you soon as you turn your back mane

So go ahead, do your thing Tom

Everybody say it now (do your thing Tom)

We gonna sit back and watch you fail

Cause it's only a matter of time

[Hook]

You're faking man, you're lying to yourself

And it's only a matter of time

Before you break down and get broken down

Living life as an uncle Tom (that's not my name)

You're faking man, you're lying to yourself

And it's only a matter of time

Before you break down and get broken down

Living life as an uncle Tom, (hey pal leave me alone)

[Verse 2]

These dudes crack me up, knowing that they came from nothing

Knowing that they got an uncle on the pipe, why they fronting

Knowing that they pops used to beat they moms like a boxer

And grandma couldn't read, permanent TV watcher

Knowing they used to be sleeping four to a bed

Couldn't afford haircuts, so mama did it instead

Knowing how it is to go to sleep and feel hungry

Knowing about flashlights and candles, no light bill money

Then you hit a lick got some cake and acting bougie

Boy you'z a corporate America groupie

They'll take ya lil' desk job so quick

Benefits, parking spot, you'll be so sick

No more office, got some to get up to

No more boss to kiss up to, what you gon' do?

Well I guess we'll know in time but now back to your boring life, uncle Tom

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Okay, the 3rd verse is getting serious

I had a convo with my grandma I was curious

When I was young I heard her use a term, I assumed it was French

So one day I finally asked her what passée blanc meant

She said, that's what they call blacks who pass for white baby

And my whole family did it, for they whole life baby

They still do, I was the first to stop

So most of them dis-own me, but I'm happy with the life I got

So I don't know a good chunk of my fam

Cause they're all somewhere living the life

Man, man, man, man the tan clan has ran they ducked out and scramed of them I'm no fan cause I am who I am

We kill blindness cause we got mission vision

We kill ignorance with intelligence and ambition

Sincerely yours, until next time

This for all the aunt Jamimas and the Uncle Toms