British Black man you seem perplexed
They say you were incongruous to Britain, is that why you’re so vexed?
Maybe you’re not vexed; but you’re just a bit complex
Let’s journey to your youth and discover why you’re wearing that Rolex
Too many Caribbean boys grow up without an adequate dad
The nuclear family unit is something they’ve never had
It’s like their fathers think the act of procreation is just a trivial fad
Can you blame tomorrow’s British black man for feeling mad?
It’s not like African boys don’t also have it tough
Constantly striving to prove to their parents that they’re good enough
Study those books hard to become a doctor, a lawyer or an engineer
What happens when tomorrow’s British Black man doesn’t actually want that career?
Perhaps it’s wrong that it’s a woman that teaches Caribbean boys how to be a man
Perhaps it’s wrong that African parents think that they can
Dictate their son’s choices, pressuring them for educational attainment
Although they mean well, this can only end with resentment
Resentment leads to anger and anger leads to the word gang
In a gang environment guns usually go bang
That sound would be Kofi, Jermaine, or Shola being shot in the head
And what d’you know that’s another British black man dead
You seek for support and find refuge in hip hop
You can’t help it you just feel so good when the beat drop
Someone you can relate to has ridiculous money and fame
Then you think hip hop is one of limited routes to make it big in the game
Yes listen to the profound lyrics of Talib Kweli, Nas and The Roots
But pay no mind to fucking 50 cent encouraging you to pick up a gun and shoot
The fool only raps about bullets, money and misogynistic nonsense
An intelligent young man would look at him with repugnance
Never ever be idiotic enough to call your black woman a ho
The magnitude of the effect it has on her confidence you could never know
The truth of the matter it makes her fell lower than low
Call her that and contrary to the name ho, your dick she will never blow.
Don’t judge your black women on the shade of her skin It’s like a competition between you brothers; if your girl’s light skin you win Also why must she have long, straight hair? Do you know that you’re comparing her to the white woman, or don’t you care?
British black man fuck your critics, you aren’t destined for a life of crime
You don’t need to be at Pentonville Prison, Holloway doing time
Upset the status quo, you don’t have to listen to Hip Hop, Funky House and Grime
Just do you, that’s when you will truly shine.
But no, your too concerned about your swagger
You won’t be cool if they know you really listen to ABBA
You can’t tell your Bredrins you didn’t actually shag ‘er
British Black man just don’t make black women madder.
