I don't need you to correct my broken English

You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy
Black man can't be no yuppie
-Ice Cube, "True To The Game"

They were aiming for the whites of their eyes
But that was until they came
face-to-face
and realized the features were the same
yet the two-to-five bids that got handed out
like networking mixer business cards
were merely gift certificates
for free lunch vouchers and
half pints of chocolate milk

We don't drink from the same well no more
because all we do is fear our fate and
push away love when it seeks us out
we give strong daps and chest pounds
but you rarely see two brothers hug
though they both may need one

I used to be a devout quasi nympho-atheist
only believing higher spirits were responsible for those times
i felt fucked over-easy like western omelettes
and my misfortune outweighed my misery
my attempts at humility were seemingly honest
but not everyone was convinced of such

so now as the some of the boys become men
and go from chasing fast girls to straight-up
fasting
for health's sake (and for girls)
while some of the boys still are stuck on stupid
remaining in those gerbil cages running in circles and spinning their wheels
digging deeper and deeper
into an entrenched lifestyle of complacency
eying with a hint of disdain the fun-loving neighbors
who drive by on the daily without even as much as a head nod
of acknowledgment

we were taught to bob and weave
but now it's duck and dodge
as voices that were once strong beacons of respect around the way
have become muted shadows of hesitation

grown and sexy versus BYOB
we all used to be down with OPP & BBD
we was even making dollars with EPMD
but half of the crew split with the Hit Squad
The rest seceded with Parrish
the unity perished
crew love was no longer cherished
ladies and gentlemen, it's the young professional versus the young buck
the question of apathy and complacency
the new mental dilemmas that faces the neo-negroe of today