Shortenin' Bread,
Mama's li'l baby don't love no more.
Can't afford to get. White boy/girl wasted
Their parents' money on a college education that they don't need cause they was born knowing the [wh]ight people
So they gon' get that job whether they fail or
Passed out on the sidewalk in front of a bar being felt up by a middle-age man.
You can't even help cause the Don Imus who dispresepcts a straight haired "ho" sure as hell ain't giving you nappy headed ass' dignity
A second thought:
Across the street, the university police assume that a nigga on a campus ain't no better than a nigga no where else
With or without a bloody glove or a championship ring,
Never Never Land or a platinum record,
A prostitute or a dream,
A white wife or a narrative,
A gun or a ten-step plan,
An afro or consciousness.
They say, "be on the look out for a black male 5'4" to 6'4" darkishly light brown skin wearing black Converse."
--Kareem Al Dujabar?
And do they know that that describes every penis-laden human about whom I give two shits?
Brother daddy, brother brother, brother cousin, brother bruh, and brother lover
And that same white kid woho couldn't describe the suspect beyond the shared color of his skin and kicks
Think he's cool cause he listens to our music
Reciting Public Enemy verses
And I'm wondering if he knows what it means when Flav talks about the grafted.
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