$5 African

Well he said, “I’m from the Motherland,” with a fist up in the air

But he never met his kinfolk, just a dream and a vacant stare

His granny said “You’re Indian, boy, from these southern Cherokee lands”

But he traded truth for textbooks, put his roots in someone else’s hands

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Now he’s singin’ I’m a five dollar African,

Wavin’ flags he don’t understand

Wants Wakanda but he won’t leave the land

Where his granddad worked with his own two hands

Got a self-defeated mind and a Facebook plan

While the Africans laugh and clap their hands —

He’s a lapdog for a dream, not a free-born man!

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He mocks the folks who know they’re home, who say, “We’re Creek and Choctaw kin”

Calls 'em liars, calls 'em crazy — but it’s projection from within

'Cause it’s hard to face a mirror when your past don’t match your flag

So he fights his own reflection, and he wears it like a mask

He won’t move to Lagos, won’t touch that red sand soil

Won’t build a hut, won’t plant a seed, just stuck in mental toil

He don’t read no Dawes Rolls, won’t ask about his name

He’s just prayin’ to an image in a history book of shame

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Now he’s hummin’ I’m a five dollar African,

With a made-up past and a marchin’ band

But he won’t leave Georgia, won’t give up spam

Wears a kente cloth but eats his grams

He shouts for kings that don’t know his clan

While his grandma’s ghost just shakes her hand —

“Lord, that boy done traded truth for sand…”

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His roots ain’t in the Nile, they’re in the Black Belt clay

But the system fed him fairy tales and washed his mind away

Now he scoffs at kin who claim their land — calls 'em fools and clowns

When it’s his own blood that’s buried deep beneath them sacred grounds

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So he’s stuck, a five dollar African,

Wrote off grandma’s wisdom and her gentle hands

He’s a ghost in a borrowed motherland

With no drumbeat, no tribe, no stand

Just memes, scams, and a second-hand brand

While the real ones trace their tribal strand —

He’s a five dollar African... lost in the sand.

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(Spoken word, with a grin)

"Granny told him the truth, but he listened to the school...

Now he’s got kente dreams and no family jewels."

“Shoulda just asked Grandma.”