THAT NIGGA WHO WON'T DIE

NIGGA DIE!

DIE NIGGA, NIGGA DIE!

Is what they cry,

While face down on our backs

Burning our churches & crosses

Telling us it cost to be an American...

But what they really mean is that

It costs to be an African...

And who am I?

Just a Black man trying to survive in this white society

They tell me it's not a democracy

But hell, it has to be some kind of conspiracy

The reason my brothers are locked in chains,

Brain washed, and hung from their heads

Given slave mentalities,

Eyes cold as if they just arose from the dead...

And we dread...

Working a 9 to 5 for bullshit pay

Minimum wage in place of fractured bones,

Sweat covered body, and filthy palms

Dust 'til dawn...

We work

Sun up 'til sun down

While Corporate Circus is being ran by Uncle Sam -

The Ku Klux Klansman clown

And they wonder why I frown

Portraying my Mother Africa as some starvation foundation

Damn...

The white man trying to auction off my people through

Save The Children Programs...

Trying to feed me... bullshit

That the homeland of my ancestry

Is nothing but starving kids,

When in actuality, you're just ignorant to the ancient temples

& pyramids

Feeding us your poisonous seeds...

Feeding us your pollution...

Killing us with your dreadful diseases...

Killing us with your false absolutions...

I'm living in the land of the lost,

But This land isn't lost, just stolen

By European devils

And rebels killing my people off slowly

Calling us coons,

Hanging my Brothers,

Raping my Mothers,

Molesting my Sisters, & killing their wombs

Pushing that pestilence inside our hoods

Getting our Black babies high

All this time I thought unity was not attempted,

But unity was denied

We cried for freedom;

We died for freedom;

We slaved for freedom

Dishonest Abe signed the papers,

But did shit to free us

NIGGA DIE!

DIE NIGGA, NIGGA DIE!

And who am I?

That Black man you torched;

That African you scorched;

That NIGGA...

That NIGGA...

That NIGGA who just won't die



Tha Prodigal One...



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I can't really critique this because it's all too true...I guess this will have to be more of a comment because the poem was hot hot hot...man, you let loose a cannon on this one