While many are mocking the idea that Kanye will follow in Angelou's footsteps, their work does share some superficially similar subject matter. Here's Kanye's Gold Digger:
Now I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needsAnd here, an excerpt from Maya Angelou's poem Alone:
You want a dude to smoke, but he can't buy weed
You go out to eat, can't pay, y'all can't leave
There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves
But while y'all washin', watch him
He gon' make it to a Benz out of that Datsun
He got that ambition, baby look in his eyes
This week he's moppin' floors, next week it's the fries
So, stick by his side
There are some millionairesCould Kanye pull it off?
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
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