Don’t runaway from your Blackness
We where born with it, it’s a birthright,
Some people would rather lie and say they’re white.
That’s funny, that black on your skin doesn’t run when you take a shower,
You wish it could so that you can fit in with the white man’s power.
Somewhere down the line someone made you ashamed of your skin color,
Making excuse after excuse about being anything but a brother.
Running from your color but you can’t hide from your ass,
,Saying that your white, your Indian, your Italian so that you can pass.
You can’t hide God’s creation from what is reality,
You can’t hide nothing because everybody else can see.
Calling someone a racist every time you suspect that they did something,
You can’t even admit you’re black because they made you think you’re less than
nothing.
We’re Bigger Than Nigger
We are the only ones that step up and volunteer to be called out our name
Using the “N” word towards each other like it’s a God dammed game’
No wonder why we hate each other so much,
When it comes to respect for each other we’re out of touch.
If you think it’s cool to use that word give it to your son,
Loving that word, we need to spend time with a psychiatrist one on one.
They assigned us that word when they threw us on the slave ships,
Now we use it like it supposed to be hip.
No, I’d rather be called the name that my mother gave me,
Instead of being called nigger, animal, call me John and let me be.
What the fuck are you following me for??
I work hard everyday with money in my hand when I come to your store,
You treat me like a thief and keep an eye on me until I reach the door.
You handle me one way and handle whites another,
To you every black person is a thief, even the elderly brother.
Selling fake nike, fake fendi, fake everything on your floor,
You put this trash on display and expect us to come back for more.
You couldn’t hang a pair of expensive panties in a white neighborhood,
Then you sell expired milk and expired food and tell me it’s good.
Your customer service is worse than the devil,
All because your arrogance makes you feel you’re on a higher level.
I see the hate in your cold devilish eyes,
So cold blooded and mean that even when you say thank you it’s a lie.
----What the fuck are you following me for??
Going to work Going to die!!
Working eighty, ninety, one hundred hours a week.
--Going to work going to die.
Worked so long you can’t remember what an off day is.
----Going to work going to die.
Your job is the ONLY thing you got going for yourself.
---Going to work going to die.
Getting sick but no time to see the doctor.
----Going to work going to die.
No time to get an education because of super hours.
--Going to work going to die.
Life is work and work is life.
---Going to work going to die.
Eating food on the run and nothing else.
----Going to work going to die.
That belly plumps more than a turkey on Thanksgiving.
----Going to work going to die.
When they burry you,
They’ll say that he worked hard and long until the day he died.
There’s gotta be a cure for AIDS
People can live years upon years after being infected; look at Magic Johnson.
---There’s gotta be a cure for AIDS
Greg Louganis is still growing strong after he hit his head and spilled his blood.
--There’s gotta be a cure for AIDS
Some people live with it from birth and still live a healthy life.
---There’s gotta be a cure for AIDS
The pharmaceuticals know, but they want the walking dead to remain that way.
---There’s gotta be a cure for AIDS
Twenty plus years of research and still nothing’s going on.
---There’s gotta be a cure for AIDS
This organization and that organization saying AIDS will kill everybody
----There’s gotta be a cure for AIDS
“ACT UP” made the government come out with medicine over two decades ago.
----There’s gotta be a cure for AIDS
Someone is sitting back in their Ivory Towers makings billions off this misery
-----There’s gotta be a cure for AIDS
Rappers don’t like the Ghetto
They got their identity from the very streets they rhyme about,
When they get tired of the ghetto drama and bullshit,
They start up their BM and they’re out.
You see them in the video glorifying the ghetto
It’s all good for the screen and the song,
But after they leave the studio where are they truly going to go?
They love Shaniqua, Onia, Tamika, and Fu Fu,
But when they get their rocks off with them in bed
What neighborhood do they really want to drive through?
They want to live in the neighborhood where the white people lay their heads,
All those clean streets and good schools,
They don’t wanna hang to long in the hood and end up dead.
Rappers shop in stores that will cater to them and their entourage
Everyone knows how they roll,
In the ghetto you can’t keep your BMW and Bentley in a two car garage.
We need some more fathers in our lives
Look at these kids running in the streets like the wild kingdom,
The kingdom is wild because there’s nobody to tame the tigers.
We used to have two tamers one for the back side and one for the front.
Now we only have one. One is good if your children were born tame.
But what is they weren’t?
That single tamer has a lot of work on her hands.
Two hand can only go so far verses one, two, and three sets of hands.
That second tamer would come in nicely if only he where around.
Some fathers just don’t care.
Some fathers care but then the baby’s mother doesn’t.
All the while the kids are running wild in the kingdom.
Then you have the fathers who think a mature vagina is worth more to him,
That mature vagina can be sweet but to train your kids for their benefit is sweeter.
That sweet vagina
Something that is more tasty to a man more than a home cooked meal.
----That sweet vagina.
More powerful than any other element on earth.
----That sweet vagina.
There’s not a country too far or airfare too expensive.
---That sweet vagina.
The ends of the earth are not far enough.
----That sweet vagina.
No hotel room to expensive.
----That sweet vagina.
My organ will defy gravity every time.
----That sweet vagina.
The adrenaline is more powerful than an explosion.
------That sweet vagina.
I can wake up out of a coma.
----That sweet vagina.
Robert “The Beast” Mugabe
You just can’t let go of the power that you took at the barrel of a gun.
For so many years you’ve denied your citizens their right to choose a leader
That didn’t intimidate the black skins off their backs. It’s not about the people
with you, it’s about your ego. An ego vast enough to make you stay at the helm
for decade after decade. All this while your people suffer. Suffer for food, suffer
for freedom, suffer for a President who cares about them. Your ego is bigger than
the country of Zimbabwe itself. Sure you agreed to share some power with
Morgan Tsvangari but what real power is being shared?? You know he would have
won the elections fare and square if you didn’t set fire to all of his campaign offices
and districts. Then you had the nerve with the whole world watching to inaugurate
yourself while the whole world watched in disbelief. But that’s how you are Mugabe,
a man who lives in disbelief. You drove out those white people from their farms not
because they where racists or because they where evil. No, because you knew it
would fool your people into voting for you. But did they vote for you after you
threw so many innocent people in jail? Did they vote for you when you and your
goons beat people senseless? Did they vote for you when your goons raped the
women? The only vote you got is the one from your ego. That’s the one that drove
you to become a faithful servant of the devil.
Black Man With a Badge
It can go either way with a Brother with a badge and a gun
Some of them will beat the crap out of their own people just for fun.
With that badge on his chest, he can forget his racial identity,
When he roughs you up a nigger is all he sees.
I never thought your own kind could hate you more than the Klan,
To tell you the truth, sometimes it’s better to get stopped by a white man.
When you step into the store he’s the one who thinks you’re going to steal.
Even though all you want to do is buy some clothes and catch a good deal.
Would they like someone following them around like they stole something?
He hates you, he wants to through you in jail and treat you worse than nothing.
You put the badge in the hands of the wrong man,
He’s going to hate and hurt his own people all he can.
I didn’t ask to be brought to this country
I had a good thing going on back in Africa,
All of that changed once I was forced in bondage to come to America.
All of my dignity, self respect, even my name was taken from me,
I saw my family, my friends, die at sea.
Just so that I could come here for someone to whip my African skin,
For so many years I wondered why the man above didn’t see this sin.
I wasn’t even allowed to keep my sons,
Taking them away from me like groceries one by one.
It’s a wonder how I could keep my sanity all those years,
But I knew somebody was listening after all those tears.
Now I’m America’s Most Wanted year after year, after year,
I’m not to blame for this because I didn’t ask to come here!!!!
I am a Crack Head
I walk the street all day long looking for money to light up crack,
I don’t care what Whitney Houston says— Crack ain’t wack.
Sleep doesn’t know me as long as I can get high,
Hitting the rock makes me feel like I can touch the sky.
The only relatives I have are the one’s I’m getting high with .
I lied to my real ones taking everything from them that they could give.
Every inch of my body is stink and dirty right down to my hair,
Whether I smell, whether I offend, I don’t care.
Everyday, when I look into the mirror I see a man running game,
When I’m in those streets doing anything for the rock I have no shame.
I miss New York
When I left New York I was excited to go,
If I felt I made the right decision the answer is no!!
People outside are worse than I ever thought,
Money, money, money for a few hundred they can be bought.
In NYC, all you need is a good strong heart and you’ll be fine,
In the ATL, your money and car better be flashy for no one will pay you any mind.
You don’t need to belong to any exclusive club to see Broadway,
Going on Peachtree street without membership means getting disrespected all day.
You’ll see the same people sharing with you the same color,
But act soo ignorant and conceited you would NEVER call them sister or brother.
NYC, I’ll come to my senses and come back to you one day,
ATL, is fucked up inside and out, that’s all I have to say.
The White African
Wearing a dark skin and hating it like you’re a different color,
The Arabs washed your brain making you think you’re not black but “other”.
The last time I checked, the original color of Africa is a black skin tone,
You wear black too but you’re scared to say that it’s something you own.
When you look in the mirror, who the hell do you see?
A black man with brown skin thinking he’s white—that’s stupidity.
You think you’re not black because of your stringy hair?
No, no you’re in denial that’s why you act like you don’t care.
Do you think the whites came down and gave you your color??
No, the blacks came down and gave you your color!!
Your 20% Vs My 30%
With your 20 you can take your family to the Bahamas
With my 30 I can’t even pay health care for my mama.
Your 20 allows you to buy a German luxury car
My 30 allows me to dream about a BMW but in reality I wouldn’t get far.
Your 20 allows you a big house in the hills,
My 30 would barely allow me a 2 bedroom shack after all the bills
Your 20 gives your kids good tuition in private schools,
My 30 puts my children in a public school for fools.
Your 20 gives you enough to fly first class,
My 30 gives me enough to buy a Greyhound bus pas.
Your 20 will afford you a beautiful tombstone,
My 30 will afford me a cheap plaque sleeping where the bums roam.
That 20 does help a rich person create wealth,
The 30 insures a poor person will NEVER have enough money to take care of their
health.
The hands of the few
The hands of the few run this whole fucking universe
The needs of the poor come last, the needs of the few come first.
I go to the bank to get a loan my credit is good but they turn me down,
The few don’t apply, they wait and get loan offers from every bank in town.
Driving down the road with the $200,000 car,
I’m driving down the road with a 200,000 mile jalopy and I can’t get far.
The stores open up to only for them to shop after hours,
They rush me out when it’s near closing time because I don’t have their power.
Dining out at a restaurant, their dinner is fresher than the food in a grocery store,
My food is so cheap and bad that even my dog wouldn’t come back for more.
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The hands of the few are clean all the time,
My hands are too but they’re not CLEAN enough to break the money line
The Rich are pampered even in jail
Their money talks and whisks them away to the finest Federal detention center,
The jail that they will send my poor self to, I’ll be scared to enter.
Doing time is easy when you have money to protect your soul,
I don’t have any money to protect me, staying alive is my main goal.
They can casually write letters and work out in a nice weight room,
The letters I write is to Amnesty International to protect me from doom
They can take a shower in the rich man’s prison as if they’re home.
I don’t take showers often because around me the predators roam.
The food they get is not much worse than in a high school cafeteria,
My food is so ghoulish it gives my stomach hysteria.
Wealthy people come out of the big house fresh and clean,
Poor people come out the big house molested and lean.
The Governor and his Mistress
The conservative purist wasn’t so pure after all,
Nipping some female Latin pudding on the side,
Causing his Governorship to take a fall.
Lying to everyone, including his wife,
Saying you where hiking in the mountains,
Instead, you went down to fuck the new Latin chick in your life.
Now, Governor Santon you will be the one open to ridicule
Thinking you could get away with it,
Playing your wife, your staff, and the state of South Carolina like fools.
Whether conservative republican or bleeding liberal they are the same
Having sexual escapades outside of marriage,
It’s one bug fucking game.
Sean Hanitty Is a cheerleader
Spins more tales than a DJ on new year’s eve
---Sean Hanitty is a cheerleader for the republicans
Making up more excuses for republicans than a crack head looking for a fix
---Sean Hanitty is a cheerleader for the republicans
Lying for Bush more than he did for himself
--- Sean Hanitty is a cheerleader for the republicans.
Putting lip stick on a pig and saying “look how beautiful it looks.”
---Sean Hanitty is a cheerleader for the republicans
Knowing bush lied about Saddam’s WMD’s but went ahead and lied anyway
----Sean Hanitty is a cheerleader for the republicans
The republican party pays your mortgage
----Sean Hanitty is a cheerleader for the republican party
Your former sidekick Sean Combs was manipulated more by you and FOX NEWS
than a cheap prostitute because he was a democrat.
----Sean Hanitty is the cheerleader and FOX NEWS is the football team.
The Rich Travel Better than the Poor
When the rich travel, one or two pieces of luggage and plenty of plastic
When the immigrants travel, they make the plane tumble with all their stuff
When the rich travel, their RICH relatives and friends meet them at the airport,
When the poor travel their poorer relatives and friends meet them at the airport.
When the rich get into trouble overseas, their rich friends bail them out,
When the poor get into trouble over seas their poor friends scatter like bumble bees.
Rich people really enjoy their vacation because they think about nothing,
Poor people NEVER enjoy their vacation because all they think about is their jobs
Rich people are treated better in the third world than they are in the first,
Poor people are treated just as bad in the third world as they are in the first.
If the plane goes down in the water the rich are going to get helped before the poor
They will get to the poor after the rich have reached the shore.
Ego Trippin’ fools
The circumference of your head is bigger than that of the universe
Even after consuming it, there’s still a little bit of space left in that head of yours.
A four lane highway could easily be swallowed up like a gas guzzler,
Nobody should ever light a match around your ego because it just might blow up.
No wonder you don’t respect anybody or anything for that matter,
Your ego has so many helium filled barriers that no one could get through them.
Why don’t you go out to the center of a runway and see whether you could float,
You could probably levitate every aircraft on the runway.
All this time it wasn’t about you but instead it was your ego,
When you go to the bar do you by yourself and your ego a drink?
You’re an addict who doesn’t even need drugs to get hooked,
Your drug of choice is yourself and only yourself.
The road of the ego trip is littered with your bloated head,
The only thing that can deflate it is the same bloated corners of your head.
Slow Money
I don’t want to work for pennies in a fast food joint,
The place stinks, and the pay is shit what’s the point?
I don’t dream about working for pennies with a tag on my name,
I want to go out there and get respect in the drug game.
Who says it’s wrong if the government does it too?
Helping the drug cartels make a Billion or two.
The odds are great, but I want a part of that money,
I want those jelly butt women to call me honey.
It feels great to walk in a showroom and buy an expensive German car,
To go into a club with TWO women and buy out the bar.
Slow money will make you work hard and die,
Fast money will make you die quicker but it feels so sweet and that’s no lie.
I like it Doggy Style
I don’t like all the complicated stuff in bed,
Let me get on top, doggy style and give me some head.
That’s the most practical position for me,
I like buzzing around on top of you like a bumble bee.
This classical way is better than working out,
I kike to stare those breasts in the face, that’s what I’m talking about.
I’m in the zone now I don’t need any Viagra
The sweat is pouring in every direction so are your breast, yea I see her.
In this position which I dearly love, I could go for miles.
Go ahead and moan baby, I like it doggy style.
The Great Pretenders
The wealthy people really do have money,
But then there are some that don’t make as much but act like they do
You’ll see them with their low rent cars and their high minded attitudes.
All show and no money to show for it,
All attitude and no good heart to overtake it,
Just like a clown at a funeral, things look out of place
The worse thing is when they look down on other people,
They look down on people the same way the real rich look down on them,
I think poor people should rather look down on the pretenders.
How much money do they have in their bank accounts to act like clowns?
Can they give away millions like the rich without breaking a sweat?
No they can’t because they don’t even have enough to buy a bus ticket
Because they’re not the last of the big spenders,
They’re just The Great Pretenders!!
Prostitute Preachers
The are a special group of people who are no different from hookers
They may have even slept with one or two of them in their lives
The Good Book is their tool that they use to take money from people.
When they make enough money they build a place where they can take more,
You come in there and sit down and hear sweet things about morality and death,
The one thing that they want to kill is your bank account.
They use the same methods to seduce women,
The power and the big buildings and the arrogance sweeps them off their feet,
Marriage has never stopped a preacher from dipping into a vagina “in the name of”
They forget why they built a house of worship in the first place,
They are the wolf with striped woolen clothing,
When they talk about sinners, they are really talking about themselves,\.
The lady With The Wishbone Figure
I see you walking down the street with that wide gap
The only thing I could think of is that you spent a lot of time on someone’s lap.
Those froggy legs are not there because you have stiff joints
But because somebody excavated your golden vagina at every point.
The gap is so wide a person could fall into it,
You don’t need no Viagra or road map to get to it
The shape says “ been there done that’’,
I like the way it looks, you know where my mind’s at.
Fake dread locks
You don’t even know the real reason why they wear them in their hair,
But you wear it and go rob and steal with it because you don’t care.
It took the original dreads a long time to get respect for that hairdo
Then you do dirt in your white “T” and wonder why no one respects you.
Wearing the dreads like a badge of honor
Disrespecting the dreads with all your dishonor.
The real reason why YOU wear it is not because of politics but intimidation
You want to look like a monster instead of a true Jamaican
Come to your senses and learn about Rastafarian culture from books
Dreadlocks are supposed to make you look distinctive not like crooks
Food
I need you everyday to stay alive,
But if I take too much of you I will die
It’s not easy to take you in moderation
There’s so much of you to love,
Every type of dish, every type of spice
You know you taste so good I don’t know when to stop
Maybe the time that I’ll stop is when I’m sick
Then when I get well again I will continue my love affair with you
It started with baby food then grew to fast food then grew to any type of food
I love you so much that when I’m lonely I look for you in the kitchen
Sometimes I like you in Ice Cream form, all the time I like you dressed up
Dressed up with all the flavorings that the tongue and the senses can take.
I don’t like the healthy side of you,
I like the down and dirty part of you
That gives my taste buds an erection
But I do need to tame my affair with you
Because I want to outlive all the people who died from having too much of you
Governor Sanford and his Latina Love thing
Sanford: I’m going to take a hiking trip to Appalachia
Don’t bother calling me, I’m going to have my hands full
Wife of Sanford: Whatever you do, don’t go down and see that woman
Sanford: I not going to see any woman, I promise
Sanford flies down to Argentina anyway and sees the woman
Sanford: You don’t know how much I had to lie to get down here and see you.
Mistress: Hola Papi, I missed you very much
Sanford: I want some of that hot Latina love, give it to me.
Mistress: Okay
Sanford arrives back at Hartsfield Airport in Atlanta. Sees reporter
Reporter: Governor Sanford, you said that you where in Appalachia but what
were you doing coming off a flight from Argentina?.
Sanford: I was trying to improve South Carolina – Latino relations.
Reporter: With your body??
The Real Drug Pushers
Yea, the guy with the white rocks in his hands is a pusher. But what about the
pharmaceutical companies? They also push drugs that we don’t need. And these
drugs can harm our bodies just like those white rocks can. The only difference
between a pusher with a gun and one with a pharmaceutical license is that the
pharmaceutical company can kill a person with their drugs legally. And the police
hardly raid a pharmaceutical company’s place of business. The worse thing is they
know all of that. They sell more drugs on T.V than a coke dealer sells on his corner.
They are not in the business of helping you with your health problems. If they where
than there would already be a cure for AIDS. But they want to see us die slowly so
that they can make money quickly. How many drugs does a human being need to
live with if we where created healthy to begin with? The only cure they want is the
one that increases their bank account. Don’t you think there is something funny
in the water when every two seconds one company after another is hawking the
latest greatest drug? When most of the ailments that they say we need the drugs for
we can solve on our own with willpower, exercise and a good diet? You ever notice
they tell you what drugs to take but they almost never tell you what you should do
so that you don’t have to take the junk in the first place? It’s a racket and they are
racketeering us all with these dirty legal drugs with the pharmaceutical license.
Slaves in the Ocean
The Atlantic Ocean is a hollowed ground. That ground beneath the ocean is where
the souls of the slaves who didn’t make it lay. Every time we pass over it on a plane
we are passing over those souls who were forced to make the ocean their final r
resting place. It must have been a nightmarish experience to be thrown over board
and buried alive in the deepest of deep waters. That ocean is not simply an ocean.
It’s a watery massive graveyard filled with people who didn’t ask to be there.
Mothers watching their children thrown overboard, children watching their
Mother being thrown overboard. The damage done from that could not be
measured in scientific terms or even mental terms. It still haunts us to this very
day. Whenever someone mistreats us simply because of the color of our skin, we are
haunted by it. The rest of us survived but at a cost that we are still paying for now.
All of the problems that we have right now are directly related to how harshly our
ancestors where treated. We’ve been treated so bad that we don’t know how to treat
each other. The air is thick with self hatred and willful ignorance. We were once
whipped for reading or for having intelligence. Now they give you cold looks and
eyes of disappointment instead or whipping you. We have become the most
HATED group of people in the HISTORY of the world. All because they took us in
chains and treated us like we where worse than the most wild of wild animals.
Atlanta
Ghetto is the common theme that seems to crop up whenever you spend any
extensive time with us in the “A”. It’s everywhere; in the corporate offices,
in church, at funerals, wherever a large group of us congregate someone somewhere
has to fanatically express their vigilant romanticism with all things ghetto.
“Ghetto” is not limited to people without money, more often, the people who have
money can be a tad worse in their ghetto romanticism then the ones who collect
food stamps. I think they use the ghetto state of mind as a form of escapism from
which they can turn their collective noses up at the world and show their asses at the
same time. It’s a funny place Atlanta. Funny in the way that Mississippi would be
funny to a black person. Funny in the way that a bunch of men wearing white head
sheets would be. Going through some parts of Atlanta, you would swear that
some one played a mean trick on you and transported you back to 1949, a time
when nothing was funny about the south and people where seriously harming
people because of the color of their skin. In 2009, you get the uneasy feeling that if
they could do all of those hellish things again they really would. But nowadays they
just give you dirty looks. The kind of dirty look that reveals their frustration of not
having the leverage that could afford them a mass lynching of whatever black
people they saw and wherever they saw them. In Atlanta you have the religion of
the ghetto mind on one side and the religion of the hateful mind on the other.
A white life is worth more than a black one
In the history of the world, mankind has always stood up for certain groups of
people. Europeans know all about that. But Africans what do they know about
someone coming to their rescue?? Especially in the face a savage brutality usually
reserved for a horror novel. A worse horror is the horror that comes out of
realizing that no one absolutely no one will come to your aid. That sinking feeling
can take the appetite right out of your mouth. The picture of a white woman in
distress is more compelling that the picture of a black woman in distress.
According to the world. There is no second guessing no excuses, we just simply have
to send over the troops right away on the double. But whereas the victims are black,
the wheels of condemnation move so slow that they grind to a halt. Then the devil
comes in and does whatever he intends to do. Do you think that the Sudanese
government could get away with raping white women as though it was the status
quo? Do you think if their where hundreds of thousands of white people stuck in
the ninth ward in Louisiana during hurricane Katrina, George Bush would act like
he didn’t have a care in the world? Racism even rears it’s ugly head into disaster
relief. Kanye West was right. Bush didn’t like black people: not enough to give
them disaster relief when they needed it. All I’m saying is that if you find yourself in
the middle of the eye of a disaster, hope that some Caucasians are suffering right
alongside with you.
Bernie Madoff Made off with The Money
There’s something suspect about a white man with his hair combed back like a
dirty duck ass in the middle of the pond. There is also something suspect about a
man’scharacter who shows not even a ounce of remorse for STEALING people’s life
savings from them like that’s what the devil put him on this earth to do. One thing
that you learn from Madoff is that white people are gangsters too. It’s just that
women don’t cover their purses around them like they do when around black
people. I saw him give that reporter the famous “gangster push” telling the
reporter not to touch him. He wasn’t the only one who knew what was going on,
his wife knew, his son’s knew. Bernie thinks he knows everything and so he lies
to everyone. For all the times he claimed that he was sorry, he wasn’t. That long
cold look in his face is the look of a egomaniac whose only regret was that he was
caught. He has the nerve of a man whose ego is bigger than the biggest ego.
But the rich are still respected in their criminal transgressions much more than a
poor person getting caught with stolen food stamps. This man still will make off
well in prison. He’s going to the rich person’s jail CLUB FED where you don’t
have to worry about rapists staring at you in the shower. This will be some soft
form of a boot camp complete with flat screen T.V.’s. And the dirty duck ass hair
will still be intact.
Driving to work, driving yourself crazy
How many miles do you take a day to go to work?
That’s the roughest part of the day because it can drive you berserk.
How many times did you nearly have an accident and nearly take your life,
You should consider yourself lucky that you can still come home to your wife.
Grabbing the steering wheel until your knuckles turn white,
Your heart pumps fast and all of your muscles become tight.
All because you wanted to make sure that you come to work on time,
If you get hurt going to work, is your boss willing to spend the dime??
Ease up on the gas and cruise down the highway,
Give yourself enough time to get to work, don’t do it your boss’s way.
When you’re late, tell your boss that you wanted to stay alive
That’s more important than getting there at 8: 55
The world won’t come to an end because you’re late,
There are many people in the grave yards, don’t share their fate.
White Girls Acting Black
I was at the mall the other day and there where a bunch of young people talking
the way young people talk. “Tell that nigger I said fuck him and his mother.”
“Those girls think they’re all fly and shit.” “They’re nothing but a bunch of fucking
hoes.” Typical young people’s talk. One thing that was surprisingly different about
the people who were talking in this gutter dialect was the fact that most of them
where white. White kids talking like they grew up in the streets of Harlem.
There was one young black man with them and he was rather talking like a
Caucasian from the wilds of Connecticut. “You guys are way out of line here.”
“Where is your decency?” There was one girl who was particularly vigilant about
her ode to the ghetto. Wearing large bamboo earrings which looked like she bought
in 1980 and decided never to take them off her ears and a hair weave that would
make Sister Soldier more than proud, she really looked like she was black
even though her skin was white and had eyes colored like she picked them from a
rainbow. Leaving the mall , I got into my car a drove off. When I reached the traffic
light another car pulled up beside me blaring the latest “Little Wayne” CD at
stadium level volume. The music didn’t sound like he was rapping, instead it
sounded like he was talking backwards at the same time high from something that
would scare a chemist. But the Caucasian kids loved it. Sometimes I ask myself,
why can’t they love us the way they love our music???
I like wearing my pants hanging down
I spend $70 on a pair so that people can watch my ass
I like the way they droop down, that’s why I don’t walk fast
My droopy jeans are a expression of my personality
My underwear looks fresh can’t you see?
People think I’m coming to rob them when they see me in the street,
They think I’m a thug from my head to my feet.
I’m not the only one who wears these jeans
Look at all these celebrities black and white trying to look ganster and lean
If I want to wear my jeans with my ass hanging down
Let me do what I want to do, I don’t tell you how to live in your town.
People in Hollywood get pussy for free
Those flashing lights, the fame, the money
There’s no need for formalities like a date and a dinner
Come back to my trailer so I can put something ‘in ‘ya.
My face and my television appearances,
They are my currency
My colleagues take seconds to decide whether they want to fuck me
The movie set is not just a place for doing movies
We also do things on the set to increase our sexual body heat
Having sex in Hollywood is as simple as getting a bite to eat.
Am I a Foreigner in my own country?
When I wake up in the morning, the world is like one big jungle.
I am the zebra who is hunted for his meat. But the meat that they
want from me is my self respect and my dignity. They treat me
like an animal because the world taught them to do so. It’s wrong but
I don’t think they really care. All they care about is to take away everything
that makes me a human being. They don’t want to see me happy, they don’t
want me to experience respect because they would die before they respect someone
having my skin color. Are they God? They sure act like they are. I was born right
here in the same hospital that they where. But I’m not treated the same. I’m treated
like I was born at the bottom of a dump truck. What keeps me going? I know what
they think, say and do to other people is rubbish. And I’m not going to believe their
lies their fake tales on nonsense. The only time when I’m treated like I’m American
is when I show my passport to an immigration official in another country.
“Oh, American, no problem Sir.” “Sir?” “Sir?” But in America, I’m not treated
like an American. The animals wondering around the jungle are treated with way
more respect than I, a human could ever imagine. But I won’t lose my sanity for
these creeps. I’m going to stay at the center of my heart and let my heart guide me
through all of this human excrement of minds to smell better than them.
I have my birth certificate, I have my blue passport but I’m still a foreigner.
Women wearing miniskirts for God
The mini skirt in the front row is for the Pastor’s eyes only
They flirt with the Pastor because they are lonely
The Pastor flirts back because he wants to pull down the skirt
He doesn’t care if his wife gets hurt.
The word of God is manipulated by men in suits
Willing to use it to pick a woman’s fruit
They compete to see who will go to bed with him
Whether it’s Tisha, Tianna or maybe Kim
There’s more drama in the church than there is praying to the Almighty
You can just smell the sex in the church, even the blind could see
Pastor’s love money more than God
Those suits that cost more than the combined suits of the congregation
Those fancy DVD’s that sell all across the nation
Money is the common denominator
They will lie and say everybody needs money, even the creator.
That’s funny, I’ve never seen God drive a Bentley, Mercedes or BMW
But you’re so happy that all of those cars belong to you.
Passing around the collection plates one, two, three, four times,
The poor people in their wheel chairs spending all of their dimes
But you don’t care as long as you make money on Sunday
Then take Tianna to the hotel to have sex with her on Monday
You turn away people who haven’t contributed anything to you
The ones that that are watching quietly know the evil that you do
The women, the money, it’s just like a big game
You don’t care as long as you can put “millionaire” next to your name
Kid’s are no longer Kids
It really is a different world today from our generation,
The kids can have the cops take you down to the police station
The kids know it, that’s why they act so bad
They really need a worse ass whipping than you or I ever had
Don’t you just hate when kids talk back to you?
They look you right in the eye like there’s nothing you’re gonna do.
You can’t afford to treat them like babies all the time
They know what they’re doing, that’s why the cross the line
Like a doormat they want to walk all over you
When they get out of line just tell them “I’m the one who created you”.
People hate you more than you think
I don’t know what’s going on in the world today but one thing that I know
for sure is that people hate me. Those dirty looks that they give me could paralyze
a person’s heart if it isn’t strong. I have to fight for the simplest human dignities;
Someone skipping me in a line, bad customer service, being accused of stealing
something when I wasn’t even in the store. It feels like a big conspiracy. These
people are more fanatical than the fanatical religious person. Some days they get
the better of me and I reach my boiling point. Some days I get the better of them
when they’ve realized that they couldn’t frustrate me. The look in their eyes tell it
all. The long cold look of an animal ---- A human animal. A person who’s main
interest is to oppress people who he or she feels like oppressing. They know they
work for the devil. And we know that the devil has agents on this earth who look
like human beings but are human beings in appearance only. If you peel away their
skin you will see the markings of the beast all over their bodies. For them hating
comes as easily as drinking water. Hatred itself is a relative of violence because
that’s the last emotion before the violence makes it’s fast and furious way into
the peaceful tranquility of our hearts. Down with hatred, down with the devil.
I have done nothing to those who hate, they hate because they want to take away
the heaven in our hearts.
A young woman dies in the streets of Iran
All Neda Agha Soltan wanted to do was witness the outstanding display
of democracy being exercised by the people of Iran. A short man with a bushy
beard and the smile of a devilish hyena had other plans. He and the government of
Iran wanted to crush the people of Iran who were exercising their rights to the
outcome of suspect election results. The people where slaughtered like sick cattle
for their moral right to challenge the elections. One of those people turned out to
be a beautiful 27 year female college student named Neda Agha Soltan. Snipers
sitting on roof tops firing their guns like they are firing at well armed soldiers.
But the people in the streets of Iran who where peacefully protesting the election
results weren’t armed with guns as the Iranian security forces where. Ahmadinejad