Songs for a Sista [for all the victims who were reminded they were black]

Who will cry for you when you're goneWho will sing your blues or my beautiful song
Who will lift you up when your wings have flown
I don't know
But like Maya Angelou
I know why the caged bird sings
She sings because the white man can't dance
She sings because she cries to the beat of the history of my people's past
Se sings because the white man can't jump
He can't jump the way my spirits jump
He can't jump the way my bootylicious goggles to
oh oh oh oh oh oh no no he can't jump
He can't jump an catch the white stars
Because my B.E.E velvet night is more universal than his imported cars
He can't jump and A-town stomp the Earth
Because his roots don't know what my Mother Africa is worth
His roots aren't as soul(sole) deep as I feel
Because his roots aren't as high as the click of my heels
His roots are not his own
His roots were shipped on a boat and landed on my damn African home!

The white man can't jump

I sing songs for a sista
Who is killed by lethal images of blue eyes and blond hair
I sing songs for a sista
'Cause I take pride and care
But when I sing my songs I'm told it's racist and unfair
Is it racist that after every AMEN we sing praise to a white Jesus
The last time I checked there was neither black nor white
just crucified
Because the Father had His reasons

Is it fair that I always have black written on my crown
Let me tell you
I'm sweet and chocolate to the centre
And all around
I'm not just black, but a caramel brown

What I'm protesting is more than just legal
So you go ahead and call me racist
I know I got my people

Now tell me who will cry for you when you're gone
I don't know
But hey black sista hey
For you
I will sing my songs