Deep Dickollective - I AmLyrics

[Chorus] I I am I am a I am a blackman I am a I am I am I Blackman (love a blackman from infinity to infinity) I am I am a blackman I am a blackman you scared to clap for I am a blackman who likes metephor I am a blackman whose antiwar I am I And the blackman that I am is quite sure I am not pure African fruits mixed with Cherokee juice I am a black man with red clay roots Arkansaw I am Blackman speaking my I am truth I am not trying to recruit Youth for nothing but revolution Solutions to overstand the I am They be, unlike me I am a man, and I am as unique As you I am the I who will stand for my truth I am a blackman educating our youth Sonnets to Ebonics Othello in the East O I am, the sum total of your hope I am a blackman who sometime can't cope With haters who hate on knowledge I am a blackman who says go to college Ignorance should be abolished But the greatest teacher is a preacher Whose mirror smiles and says to him.... [Chorus] I am deeper than the deep blue sea, on a Thursday Before Friday's storm comes to wash me clean I am pretending to be a pretense of something I have always been, I'm a number one raiders fan with no face paint, I ain't a chauvanist, I like taking long walks by the beach and tasting clouds outside of my reach As I walk amongst you, you don't need to know this history, Just the here and now, that is how we learn to connect with respect Connect with respect, we need to break it on down and connect with respect This freedom you don't wanna let me own it, but like a donut fried in a vat I keep popping back up, as tough as the day that you denied me like Jesus Three times before dawn, the battle likes are drawn and verbal bombs are your demise The lies you told yourself are caught in your breath, Respect those who resurrect flowers from the melting snow This is a rhyme about giving and living more than I'm taking Escaping the hum-drum of the barrel of a gun that I never held This is the voice of the book worm, this is the voice of the bookworm Who's words storm earls like hurricanes You insert the man I am a Blackman I am speaking Gullah from the gut and gutter cause Gran D Coota be be Geechie I be speechifying to reach the dying Plying they minds with my halfway lies and faggot pageantry And now, I beseech thee Yeah mo be there over and under The drum machines and creepy piano tinkling Hoping you see me/I'm here to teach things I am hoping you believe me These quotes I wrote stuck in my throat While I was swinging in yonder tree/my lover was singing My brother was bringing for s/he Blankets and sage and thanking him for being But maybe that's just Phillip Bailey /wailing, entailing my fantasy A prevailing notion/Claude McKay at the edge of the ocean PLD toasting Jimmy B. at the party he's hosting beyond the sea Where 206 times a hundred million bones be Fresh and clean from four hindred years in saline Gallons of tears for fears, pulling up the rear, hay baling In the middle of the the barn and harms way Obadike on Ebay/means you can't be that way and stay But Pointfive don't pray so what to say? Twixt December 26 and new years day I loose the Strange Food and Fruit from the past My faithful first be on the last I am....