Black Berry

My President is black
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!

Mommy Dearest