And they'll **** you just the same,
On a bus, in a church,
On a plane, or on a train,
Doesn't matter your name, or what it is you do.
Your brown skin, part of you,
Some want us dead; an extremist point of view.
The neighbor calls the cops, guns are drawn,
At a Pig roast on your own lawn,
******* fools, you're just pawns.
In a noose swinging from trees,
Or a bullet to the brain whilst on your knees,
At a Kroger,
Or holding a toy,
When you're just a little boy.
But you're a good Black, right? Wrong.
They've hated you all along.
Want your vote! Got your vote!
Go behind your backs slit and your throats,
Have the nerve to use you as a scapegoat.
Welfare queens, gold diggers,
Deadbeat dads, all of 'em, nothin' but *******!
But sure, play their tune,
It is you who's the buffoon.
Look at you, all aglow,
As you dance in the minstrel show,
You'll bleed red, like your vote,
On your own blood they'll watch you choke.
I'm sure there are some Good Ol' Boys you'll make Proud
You're covered,"protected" in a fake white shroud
And they'll **** you just the same.
I don't normally write about my societal or political views but I have been bothered by the recent upticks in racially motivated murders and assaults and by those who think they aren't black or that they're better than regular ol' blacks.