You speak shame of my shoes
Criticize its components and origins
You have not walked an inch in em’
Have you worn my skin?
Have you beat under the sun in them?
You shun upon my life for
The struggles you’ve cursed me in
Yet you wear my golds and diamonds,
With pride. Mimicking my lustrous hide
Have you what it takes to tie my laces?
Tap along with my dances.
Have you trumpets blasting
The fascinations of a great culture
In your voice?
Do you carry rainbows at your fingertips
To bless each person you meet
With sunshine that never sleeps
From the Motherland?
By which right in this world
Do you take a whiff of my goods
Then claim it as yours?
What fuels your hate?
Are you embarrassed by how I zig
When you expect me to zag?
You think you’re so big
But right along greatness I will tag
Until your tics
Stop forging my tocs
And block my timeless shine,
I will rise with pride!
With halos crowning my pupils
And fire to fill my relentlessness.
So no, Kendrick Lamar, I am not gonna be alright!
These chameleons wear my skin,
My hair, my vibes…my culture.
Then get praises
I get oppressed for wearing my skin,
My hair, my energy, my culture
And commuting with elegance
In my shoes.