The chocolate chip in vanilla cream (2)

 Verse 1)

I'm like a chocolate chip in vanilla cream,

Being a Wikipedian for eight years, chasing a dream.

Documenting the stories untold,

Shining light on the marginalized, breaking the mold.

(Chorus)

In a world of headlines, I'm searching for truth,

African American rappers, they're stealing the booth.

But I'll keep on diggin', uncovering gold,

In the forgotten tales, where the real stories unfold.

(Verse 2)

From the streets of Harlem to the Caribbean shores,

I find the gems that the media ignores.

Their achievements are vast, their struggles profound,

Yet their voices are muted, nowhere to be found.

(Chorus)

In a world of headlines, I'm searching for truth,

African American rappers, they're stealing the booth.

But I'll keep on diggin', uncovering gold,

In the forgotten tales, where the real stories unfold.

(Bridge)

In the AI world, the bias is clear,

Excluding voices that we need to hear.

But I won't back down, I'll keep fighting the fight,

For justice and equality, with all of my might.

(Chorus)

In a world of headlines, I'm searching for truth,

African American rappers, they're stealing the booth.

But I'll keep on diggin', uncovering gold,

In the forgotten tales, where the real stories unfold.

(Outro)

So here's to the unsung heroes, the ones in the shade,

Their stories are timeless, they'll never fade.

I'll sing their praises, till the whole world knows,

In this jazzy folk song, where their legacy glows.