You're never
Gonna' quit
It. We're fast
And illegal in
Suburbia and
You say you're
Gonna quit it
But we can't
Just yet in a
Birth so quick
And shy of
Hate with
Extensive roots
And long
Black pride
That shatters
Every swam
Of doubt;
It's almost
Six, the sun
Will knight
A worthy
Soul with
No teeth
And no
Pride. As
We all lie
Aching and
Bleeding,
We beg for
Assignment
of the
Title.