Sex symbol, the Black Seminole A sex symbol, the Black Seminole African Rambo with more ammo Can't be escaped, I'm on every channel What's wrong? What's wrong, Mr. Man? Your eyes are low And you're walking with both hands on your head His response, he's on a clean, clean high Both feet up on the ground But his head's way, way, way in the sky The Black Seminole, a head general This deep connection, a large interval A black man with mouths to feed Embracing equality throughout greed No time to joke around, the kid is now a man And the sadness is filled with remarkable sounds This part I've seen in my dreams Love is not a lie, it just feels like a Tarantino movie scene Now Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh Mm-mm-mmm, ooh Ah-ha, aaah, yeah-hey, yeah