The song is fundamentally about being at tension with the present environment. It is a good choice to be in the video as little as possible. Until people see the whites of thought's eyes he will forever be the most inconspicuous frontman. Read on.

Black society is terminally uncomfortable with existing in a white world. Flip the script. A well known white older actor walking through the black world. A remnant of the neighborhood. Make the white guy the nigger. Let him get shitty service. Let blacks give each other the eddie-murphy-free-newspaper treatment a la snl (pre daddy day care)

At the end let him resort to playing a guitar in solitude while he plots his actions based on what others might think. Despite everyone's crappy understanding of game theory on the site, this would be a good way to handle the album title subtley: the white guy slips into a state of stiffling who he is based on perceived future actions by others---a faltering nash equilibrium



lets the roots be a barber that can't cut white hair, a shopkeeper that follows you around, the guy that wont' return your phonecalls when he sees your name on the caller id, the restaurant owner who points and gives his waitress shady instructions. get erykah to be the waitress who nods her head at the shitty tip.



who to get to do this i dont know. christopher walken obviously, jon voight might be free. gary busey is just nuts. martin landau. martin sheen if his bartlett wasn't so beloved.



or just be nuts and get kenny rogers.




use this with an end shot of moving the camera out of the guy's apartment to the outside landscape that he can't get out of




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