Revisionist History

Lyrics for Revisionist History

The musician is the document: an aural transcription of Experience and perception through the vantage point of self. And if music is the message, for the negro, The music is the black critique. It's our tool to analyze the ignorance behind the face of The malignant genius: the depth behind a blurred perception And the rhythm of the enigma. This minstrel dance took centuries to develop, but its creation Exposes the prodigious clockwork behind racism And hate in western society. Have we learned anything? Do we know who we are and where we belong? Does our skin reasonably elicit fear and negative judgment? Can we uniformly agree that my culture is far from uniform? If my blackness is a costume, fabricated by stereotypes, What symbolizes my true identity? Eugenically speaking, the blacks are less evolved creatures And therefore not subject to humane treatment. We've been given an ever-changing bag of duplicitous euphemisms To choose from, but do they really define me? Under the presumption that my blackness has no color, And under the belief that we are the nameless heroes of America, I present to you the document. "REVISIONIST HISTORY 101"