Savage Rap Ster
Don’t get me wrong I’m not ashamed
To say what I think
And it’s no game
To be called a coot
By my brothers behind bars
Mentally stricken
Disease ridden
Infected with racism
How they must hate their reflection
Uncle Tomfoolery
It’s not cool
To curse your brother
And hate your uncle
And God knows what you do to your sisters
How white America tainted you.
How you crawl behind bars
They not laughing with you
When you disdain your own
They laughing at yer
You fool.
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