Crazy mother****er walking down that street
umbilical stains brushed with my pen knife,
let me ponder on my next move before i chose to fight;
The shop keeper say they last one left
a packet of condoms
made for you and me.
Looked left and ****ing right
but still didn't notice the ricochet
falsely rejected under my left eye.
Don't you remember?
pop goes my legs
grounded and pasted to the floor
may i remind you once more?
'It wasn't for possession that attracted me to you
nor was it about the way you stood on that divine pedestal
though you don't know this, but this made me think you're cool
though it was tempting.
I did it as a reminder
that you're still black.
How's that amputation going
is it the only thing that makes you wake up in the morning
cranking that bed has lowered you useless i bet.
Let this be a reminder to the white seduced by the Black's
stolen property and witch craft entity
let it all be taken away from you
let you be cuffed and taped to empty refrigerators
your skin swept under rugs and trousers taken the the
civil rights museum.'
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