It makes my beat, my beat, my beat skip

Like rain falling backwards, falling upwards

I find myself being bold coloring outside the lines.

Come on color police; arrest me, i dare you.

It's like believing in God blindly, making love through prayer.

See..I find myself...finding myself

Cracking these shackles of monotony.

It makes, it makes, it makes my beat skip

like listening to bass of rock and roll drums and head banging

even though I’m black i love rock like 50 cent's whack and should

j-j-j-j-j UST go back...

back to where he came from like short basketball shorts and jerry curls.

It makes, it makes, it makes my beat skip

like fairy tales where the prince comes and saves the girl and all live happily ever after forever and ever in this disgustingly perfect world.

But how come the princess always has blonde hair and blue eyes OR

if not, she’s a black haired beauty named Pocahontas running through the forest in a mini skirt.

Where is the black princess? Is she Shaquatashanaynay Princess of the Projects braided up with jewels on her nails waiting for her prince, Jovante to come in his pimped out Cadillac, platinum grill, and do rag to sweep her off her feet and pay her child support?

IT makes, it makes, it makes my beat skip.

Like Egypt and Africa being prostituted by corporate America

Like white girls rocking henna tattoos on their back. Cost: 5 dollars. Ask them wut it means:

I don't know...I just, like, thought it was cute.

Culture cannot wear a price tag.

It makes it makes it makes my beat skip

Like malnourished children living malnourished lives

Can tell you anything about Paris Hilton and Beyonce but Rosa Parks is just some funky Outkast song.

Like we know the geography of Jennifer Lopez's butt better than we know the geography of the world.

Like a no child left behind act will kiss the wounds and place a band-aid..all better.

Like school children thinking "Apartheid? Is that the new Disneyland ride?"

It makes, it makes, it makes my beat skip.

Like McDonald's committing murder but never going on trial

Like French Fries and Big MAcs and Sourdough Jacks.

Like HIV AIDS is arsenic killing us softly

Like we're in Ancient Greece but we're not Spartans and Athenians; we're Crips and Bloods.

Like “yeah, I lean with it…and yeah, I rock with it” but how come we continuously fail to lean on each other in order to rock the nation.

It makes, it makes, it makes my beat skip.

It makes my beat. skip.