you creepy a$$ cracka
don’t you know your name?
You the man with the whip
less we forget?
Nah, ohh no you remember
you the same cracka a$$ nig@@
whip in hand and beat my ancestors
and my an-brother
you see you try to flip it and make it seem like WE’s the ones with the problem
but we didn’t start that shit
we’s was the ones getting whipped
cracka a$$ cracka!
Dont you remember yo name boy?
You struck fear in peoples hearts and struck matches at the devils market place
where they sold strange fruit to believers and had us believing that’s what we are worth
nothing more then drunken entertainment for you crackas
while you laughed and deformed our private parts
tarred our bodies and left our families with broken hearts
Oh but you tried it today didn’t you?
A brotha can’t even walk down the street with out you thinking of ways to make our lives hell
JUST WAIT TILL THEY PUT YO CRACKA A$$ IN JAIL…
Hey boy, can’t I just be me?
big beautiful brown eyes walking safely down my street?
tryna get home before Momma get’s the nerve to beat
why you got to compete?
A race of the races but you gon’ loose this sprint
cuz I got the blood of my ancestors colored brown on my tint
and let’s not forget
his hair was like wool and his feet was like bronze
and there aint no mistaken his skin was like MINE!
so the next time you smirk at your devious plan
make sure you speak truth when you oath on that stand
cuz everything that happens in the dark will certainly come to light
and everything you cooked up on the day of that night
will boldly shine bright and as white as the sunlight
creepy ass cracka
tryna push up on me
what the hell would you SAY if you were me in the street?
“oh no that’s a nice gentlemen walking up on me”
HELL NO that’s a cracka whip in hand tryna get me!
Creepy ass cracka
it’s just like you to play the race card
to confuse the people into believing your Race God
crazy ass cracka ain’t no different then Hitler
believing my skin color is a reason to KILL us
but we’ve revolutionized since then
we’ve become smarter since then
and every second that goes by our destiny is written
so as you sit there with your sweaty palms and underarms
know that we can see through you
and justice will be served
maybe not underneath this GREAT AMERICAN JUDICIAL SYSTEM
but served in the best manner under the Kingdom’s wisdom.
Nah, I aint gon’ lie, I don’t like it, but its truth
it takes a brave man to consider himself a MASSA
but gunning down a defenseless young brown boy?
you aint nothing but a no good, low class
CREEPY A$$ CRACKA!
-Tahir C. Register
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