My President is bold, black and beautiful And I’m proud to say I am...too So, why Hannity always gotta have a tude? Elizabeth still getting her digs in on the View If their ancestors survived four hundred years of slavery They’d be happy too Instead they crying the boo who…who Would have ever thought Barrak could text himself straight to the top The Commander and Chief with a secured Blackberry…now that’s hot! With your Harvard degree balled up in a baller’s knot In your pocket…that’s how the next generation's gonna rock it Emulating the dopest boy ever…in the oval office Cause the people shot the eight ball in the corner pocket And change fell out…as a milly…a milly…of spectators shout "Yes we can"…elect a Black man With celebrities and stars as bona fide fans Everybody and they Obama Momma took a stand Cried when he rose his right hand…took the oath of office Two miles from where a Civil Rights Prophet Said we would walk it…out someday...he had a dream they say 45 years later the prophesy is in play We now hold these truths to be self evident…Obama gonna represent To the fullest…3/5ths of a Black man was some old bullest…mess The constitution cursed us as less…but we still got blessed Like Khaled said…”WE THE BEST” And as my Grandma professed “The blacker the berry the sweet the juice” God don’t make no bad fruit…the devils at the root…of that lie Just open your eyes! Baby...our President got a Blackberry...and he way fly!
The Bold, the Black...the Beautiful, Mommy Dearest
