yo whats dee gonna drop next man. for real in my opinion dude is gone man. dawg is fruit loop..crackpot..ova da rainbow and off to see the wizard. i mean shyt he go from hope to dope from love to thug. then he be all spiritual and the next minute be droppin that raw shyt. man..he aint..shh..
oh what up dee..how you doin braaathaaa. madd love man.
kiss my azz you diseased rino penis. my soul aint in your control. so why you give a damn. what am i gonna drop now..
sit your five dolla azz down before i make spare change
peep this quatrain
i made my bones in the fast lane
eye 95 interchange from philly to mary land
i was deranged
estranged from conscious thought
brought forcibly to a land of plenty
bought for a promise that was empty
taught to resent the essential black me
caught tryin to use coca laced twenties
to buy a used bently
all for naught when a brother go from trendsetter
to trendy
sought the 5 stars ended up broke without hope
eatin single stacks wit no cheese from wendys
was baptised down by the riverside
but the river was polluted
and the preacher was fluted
so i know his convoluted wish
to god was excluded
i had to find a place that was secluded
was tired of not being included
so i went to the nation of islam and got fruited
not fruited in the alternative lifestyle sense
but made to represent
a black man tired of payin rent
in a strange land to a strange man
who systematically stole my african innocence
was told to repent
but my knees wouldnt bend
because every time i closed my eyes
i saw the reprise
of a an escaped brave slave being chased
to the earths end
by blood hounds and militia men
was forced to say amen
wanted to say amen ra
so i would lip sync the words of christianity
and stay true to santeria
pantomimed my ave maria
visited the various stations
of the cross
but st matthew had me on probation
because peter paul and mary said
all i wanted to do is floss
lost in translation
was the never ending stream of colored not allowed
how could i be proud
of a nation that kept a shroud
over my black light
so i learned to act polite
yessuh massa
avoided disaster
then went on a sojourn to find the everlasting truth
wanted proof of my kingship
refused to worship
at the feet of an anglo
feel my flow
carried my mothers load
on the underground railroad
wanted my sons to be freemen
the product of a fee mans semen
i wasnt schemin or dreamin
just totally believin
in gods solution
a brotha named dee
call me crazy but not lazy
i went from revloution to evolution
being given the most digusting shyt to eat
pigs guts pig butt pigs nutts and pigs feet
that shyt reeked
chit lins simmerin
no chicken just wishin for hilal cow meat
high salt content made my blood boil
like vesuvius erupting
so i had to flash on someone or something
i chose my homegrown sepia toned brother
knowing insitnctively if i chose the other
id be on the cover
of time and newsweek
wearing a metal halo
and sitiing in a chair full of electric
so i deduced the dynamics of an abstract dyametric
kill my own and do half the time
thus the birth of black on black crime
got fire hosed by a bull named conner
had my civil rights froze in a court supreme
there was a just marshall named thurgood
but the rest were late responders
the dream didnt die with medgar
but a hand was on the lever of a trap door
to the killing floor
bam there it goes
an acoustic alchemy
the lorraine motel dr king bloody on the balcony
the rise of pseudo black power
a shower of sparks
from electrical transformers burning
in watts
angry white cops with tiny cocks
black throwing rocks
getting shot in return
while the major cities burned
it wasnt even a fairwon
but a ray gun
that depressed the 80s ecomony
hungry mommy
yo whats that
the birth of crack
fuck that gimme some to sell
i knew it was a bottomless well
to hell but despite mellie mels message
my bank account swelled
out of the ghetto
but caught in the urban undertow
cuz i gotta go back down to the ghetto
to keep track of my kilo flow
connect with a consignment
pure coca refinement
from the jungles of peru
the demand from black hands insatiable
dollars stacked to the ceiling from the floor
pablo gimme more gimme more
so i can drive my 91 lexus
gettin my dyck sucked by a dime named lexus
head up sunroof peepin the stars
next exit a posh joined called the escobar
three strikes and you are out
dont need a bat
blacks who were once hooked on phonics
in some cases ebonics
now hooked on crack
from slavery to manumission
from bravery to man you missin
the essentials
no credentials beyond 10 blocks
but brothas say no female crotch will open
just from hopin
a burger king key cant pick dat lock
got shot blood soaked
who shot ya brah
a crip a fellow blood a jealous cuz
an ess say a jamaican a dominican
nah a nigga that was broke
now i see a black president in residence
but i look around and its evident
that my black pride wont return
my free mans papers got burned
in the riots and a black dawg pissed
on gods solution
the relovution
wasnt televised but this is in hd t.v.
the end of a black mans evolution