So your president is black? Well mine is smoking crack. Buying it soft and whipping it hard with his chief of staff. He bags it up in packs. The fiends keep coming back. My president lives inside the confines of a wooden shack When you OCCUPY the voting booth I’ll still be here; Quoting truths Saying things that offend you; inciting revolution from the youths. See I don’t give a damn; could care less about your thoughts. You are just a drone your existence was already bought. So let me stir the pot; cause coward you will not Where I come from they have a word for you; they call you SOT. All kinds of stupid things; Scatter brain and broken wings. Couldn’t fly even if you tried; your life’s trail is littered with broken dreams. Want me to feel sorry for you? Lose sleep and worry for you? I see the Grim reaper coming; I hope he hurries for you. My leader is shooting dope. But you accost me; pushing hope. If freedom has arrived then tell me why are my people still cooking coke? That man is smoking weed. Sadistic rapists are still choking kids. But we celebrate with loud voices and display the spoils of greed. Look now he’s drinking liquor. My mind is thinking quicker. The things my eyes perceive make me a squinting blinker. Barack don’t sniff that ice. My streets, they are not safe at nights. They’re shooting one another; extinguishing black life. They promised me that I would be recompensed with forty acres and a mule. Right now I’d settle for the 40 (oz) creator and do with him something so cruel. Now he’s popping molly pills. If those don’t betray him then his folly will. High as a kite in the costume party on Capitol Hill. Man what the hell is wrong with you? Remember the folks who appointed you? Anointed you. Now all you have to tell them is how much they disappointed you. But how can I blame you; you used to be such a smooth-talking guy The reason for your behavior must be that you are so fu***ng high
Posted on: Thu, 06 Jun 2013 03:26:08 +0000
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