Wereallnumberone #2: "#1 With a Hollow Point Bullet: Black Family Mal Use"

An Ode to J. Alfred Sumner

Maybe the whole trick is the set up to avoid the fall,
Maybe you're thinking you know what's best for us after all,
Maybe its not blackface steppen fetchit rehash all the while,
Maybe the whole point ain't to show us gettin buck and wild,
Maybe the purpose ain't to ingest culture, vomit bile,
Maybe it ain't Steinberg tellin' Sampson how to rear a child,
Maybe the brazen images insiduously guile,
Maybe the fault is all our own that we ain't turned the dial,
Maybe, just maybe Robert Tipton-tip-drill-Diddy-style,
Maybe a remnant of a days' past dollar turnstile,

Maybe its ingredients for soul food made from files,

Maybe those recipes are pulled from cookbooks found on aisles.

Maybe the whole trick is the set up to avoid the fall,
Maybe you're thinking you know what's best for us after all,

Maybe its money Dieacom is rakin' by the mile,

Maybe its business, nothing personal said with a smile,

Maybe the culture vulture circles overhead so vile,
Maybe they'll swoop as soon as we lie dead atop the pile,
Maybe we're carrion so much luggage here in exile,
Maybe we're strange fruit hanging to be picked, so versatile,
Maybe the formulas are stale and we need to get riled,

Maybe we need to swing a hammer, screamin' "change it while..."

Maybe we need to unplug, find new ways to express style,

And bet we know, definitively, what's best for us all.