Mixed Culture

Do it for the culture 

Get rid of the vultures 

Need to close this rupture

Before its too late for closure 

My mind is ripe for the Harlem renaissance

The soul is uneasy, as is the easel

That holds the canvas for the Master Artist

Painting with His divine strokes

Can't let it slip away so soon

I was inspired so, the crack a lacking 

Left me desiring for the blackness to arrive

Out of my skin but all I heard was the whip

I'm not black or white , I'm not even brown

I can pass for an Arabic, with skin so smooth I could even be an Italian guido mafioso 

What can I blame, who can I point the finger 

When America culture is at the apex of melting all of us together in this one pot

Hollywood has all of us confused

So I do it for the culture

Let's get rid of the vultures

We need to close this rupture

Before it's too late for closure