Create an illusion of the finer things,
And make it look real fun.
Get more and more Black people to join in,
Until good is on the run.

Create an illusion of superiority,
And do it in the name of God.
But don’t show Blacks the real god you serve,
Paint a pretty picture to do the job.

Create an illusion of confusion,
To separate Blacks from one another.
Spread chaos with a holy cross,
Make Blacks want to kill their brother.

Create an illusion with a double-standard,
And get some Blacks to agree.
The evil whites did is in the past,
If you don’t like it, just change history.

Create an illusion of Black civil rights,
But show that though Blacks are the best,
It’s only under the domination of white masters,
Then get Black preachers to sale the rest.

Create an illusion that Blacks have overcome,
The inferiorities of the past.
Make Blacks beg and fight to be taught by whites,
Then place Blacks in a "white supremacist cast."

Create an illusion that Blacks are now equal,
In education, music, politics and law.
Make Blacks give up being Black and turn away,
From all of the Black injustices they saw.

Create an illusion that a Black is now in charge,
Of a country run by whites.
Make him beholding to gays, white men, white women,
Make him lead white’s global fight.

Create an illusion that him and his Black wife are different,
Than any other Blacks.
A Black man that is white inside,
And like his white family he will act.

Create an illusion that his Black side of him,
Is the farthest from his mind.
And his white mother and white grandmother that brought him up,
Is why his success has come this time.

Create an illusion that other Black males can be like him,
If they learn to play the game.
With white schools, white family and white history,
They can overcome their name.

Create an illusion that Blacks and whites are one,
And our desires are the same.
But try not to help too many Blacks,
Or whites will take away your fame.

Create an illusion that evil is on the run,
Though evil is actually spreading.
Help whites regain the things they’ve lost,
While, to "slave ship" jails, more Black people will be heading.

Create an illusion that this young Black man,
Is a savior to us all.
Then make him sign over Africa,
So the last Black nations will have to fall.

Create an illusion that it was all his fault,
And that whites just backed him up.
That racism had nothing to do with it,
That his Black presidency was a bust.

Create an illusion that his judgment is bad,
As bad as the one before.
Then like the white president that he replaced,
These whites can just kick him out the door.

The illusion of inclusion,
And how whites keep tricking Blacks.
Now more Blacks are in the master’s house,
But still have saddles on their backs.