They told me black was bad.

My black skin covering the black heart it comes from.

Black suit on the back of death ministers.

Sir Graves Ghastly rising from a black coffin

Wearing a black cape

Like Dracula

And being funny,

Like we wouldn't know he's portraying a demon

Cause everybody's laughing.

Any day the stock market crashes is black.

Hard struggles take us through the black of night.

Magic is black when African women dance

But cool when you pull a rabbit out of nowhere.

White is pure, soft, angelic,

Gently lighting on the ground

Like new snow just in time for Christmas.

Wait a minute!

Crack is white too.

So is leprosy right before chunks of flesh

Fall into your pure, angelic snow.

Hmm.  Seem like we ain't thinking too hard.

Cause black or white, we still can't recognize.

My pocket ain't got no color.

Broke looks the same,

Feels the same,

Smells the same,

Acts the same,

Is the same no matter what color

My pants may be.

But it's Black Friday.

Hmm.

We tortured and  killed Jesus and called it Good Friday.

We spend the two nickels we borrowed on Black Friday.

And every other Friday

We populate the bars,

Dancehalls, and cabarets

To spend the rest of our living for the weekend

Throwing up dark whiskey

And dumping black bowels

Right down the throat of white porcelain.

But it's Black Friday.

Can't hardly wait for it to get here.

Turkey still on my breath,

But I'm out at the mall

Before I had a chance to brush my teeth.

Can't let nobody in front of me.

Because...

It's Black Friday.

I wonder if they named it after Black folk.

Quick to lose everything they got,

Quick to be at the mall, in the lines,

Ain't hardly got them two nickels,

Asking me for mine cause I ain't going

Out in the snow and the rain and the wind

For a shopping binge.

Charge it all up,

Marching to a cadence

That only WIC and welfare recipients know.

No job, but always got money to buy something.

Because it's our time.

It's time for us'n to start rushin and shovin

Because...

It's Black Friday.