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)      25percenter:      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:         Man Man-      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         Pointfivefag:         I am a Blackman   I am speaking   gullah from the gut and gutter cause Gran D Coota B be Geechie   I be speechifying to reach the dying   plying they minds with my halfway lies and faggot pageantry   and now, I beseech thee   Yah mo b 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 mabye 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 cant be that way and stay   but Pointfive dont 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....