Black scene opens at night
in a large old -fashioned house
in a lonely section of New York City.
Dance! It's this, a black thing,
You're boppin' down the street
because you know you look fly
Before you get off the block,
the girls wink their eyes
Ooh, you know they want to give you a try
BBS rims, yeah, on your car,
you're about to master ride
Ain't goin' real far, four -finger rings
and all type of dope chains
Material things that mess
Ooh, you don't even make records
Do what you do and you'll do it well
Boom! And dangle your life
Your man will bail you out
They've been scheming you,
wanting you for a long time
Your energy, thinking you is prime time
Playing music loud, yeah, acting wild
Writing a letter, crying like a baby
saying how he been set up
He's on the streets getting
more than the government,
Now you see where he was sent
I'm money selling drugs, man
But they was gonna hold him back anyway,
Quick dip on the trigger,
And still getting bigger,
But then I find that we don't
use our mind to feel power
If you're working for the hour, boy
In a place they call Africa,
it's where our spirits roam
That scientists could prove
Black man lived with the animals
Some of us were cannibals
Warriors, royalty, Cleopatra,
Builder of the pyramids and
Scientifics, even hieroglyphics,
Black man, teacher of the civilized,
science and math and medicine
We caused so much hysteria,
We could be the Farrakhan,
We could be the Michaels, Mandelas,
But you might have to die
That killed many black leaders
Cause Jesus is the name of Christ
Even you could be an idol boy
Shoot the groove, so we can dance