Artist: Toussaint Morrison
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released August 21, 2012
ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/get-popular
I heard them girls say that she ain’t black
And most definitely sho’ ain’t white
“So, what are you!?!” they ask with little to no tact
As if they deserve a reply
Man, I couldn’t abide- I had to step to interject
And said, “Look, personally
Whatever we are dudn’t need to be defined until
The next census- 2020!”
Bein’ racially ambiguous
Felt like a game show sittin’ down at lunch
At a table with kids that look most like you
While your white friends were like “Man, you didn’t come
through!”
The feelin’ ain’t appealin’, but it gets better with time
And soon enough it’s in your heart as an elated sense of
pride
Black and brown people on and off the block
Identify, c’mon let’s rock
Couldn’t help but hear you over there
At your locker cryin’ this ain’t fair
Well, baby don’t you knock it- this school ain’t half of
the problem
But I just happen to have the cure
You heard them other girls hate on your hair
So, you went and bought a straightener
Well, let me break it down, this doesn’t need be
straightened out
Those other girls are wishin’ they had yours
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Chorus
Let’s get
Popular
Next step
Drop the world
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Rebel jacket, hoodie underneath
Lookin’ like the love child of Storm and Wolverine
Between classes, ya strut spunk with flare
But tell me why you always hide the curls in your
High school’s a jungle, I’m barely survivin’
In the cafeteria, there’s nowhere to hide
Sit by your lonesome or cling to a crew
Out of all the seats, I pick the one next to you
Pinky swear that’s a promise
I know what it feels like to be a work in progress
When it came to black hair, your mom was a novice
Did her research and bought all the right products
Problem solved, but nonetheless a problem
Bein’ a novelty’s become oddly common
You wonder why they put us in a pigeon hole?
‘Cos they afraid of what they don’t know, oh!
Ya held up class in AP History
Said where’s the date outside February
We talk about plantations, slaves, and every shade of
face
Darker than white that paved the way
To where this country is today?
Chorus
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