Old Baggage

Old Baggage

The year is 08 all that segregation is closed
Black woman let random ish go to their head
There’s another white chick taking a good black man
But black man was trying to get at you last weekend
You turned him down, so he is supposed to wait for love?
If a white man turns his head
Your face turn red
Then you his black charm
So its okay for you to do it?
Later with that old baggage shit
This is not the 50’s love doesn’t have a color
If he fall in love with a different race pray for the brother
That his love goes deep
People gonna love until you wake up from your sleep
Because no one sweating you cause you think you all that
Happiness, open minded is where it’s at
See the canvas as plain
With all the colors of the rainbow, never washing away in the rain
I feel your black woman’s pain
So white girls make a plan to get a black man
Stop leaving him out there, stop playing
Get serious, if he serious about you
Got so much game with you
That’s why he never looked back at you
He was ready for the seriousness
A Sunday afternoon or a spring tryst
He wanted a chance at forever, not a club hit
Next week no one feeling it
He wanted Sunday brunch, Saturday picnic
Not arguments or a woman terrorist
That doesn’t have a color
Don’t carry the baggage of your ancestors hate
If you’re patient enough to wait
Then a colorless love will find you to
If you only stayed in one lane and then do you
The street is four lanes, none for loading
Love yourself first, love for others means no self loathing.