Black on Black

Current mood: relaxed
Category: Writing and Poetry

Black on Black

Do black people have the time
For black on black crime
And why do we whine
And chase behind
So called man kind
Do you know why
They call themselves mankind
Because that's what kind
Of animal type
They try to hype
Themselves up as
Time after time
And we all want to wind
Up as tea in their cup
Now we've all been tricked
And we're getting raw dicked
It was such a sinch
Just ask Willie Lynch
'Cause he put us in this pinch
When he wrote that letter
Instructions to fuck us better
And we gave wetter header
After that letter
We ain't trust our brothers
We hate our sisters and mothers
But we trust our uncle
Who ain't my mother's brother
But some other
Power lover
And another
Thing
We bring
To each other
When we sing
Is an empty space
Filled with hate
Against our own race
Cuz I live in another state
And it ain't even my place
Hell, I stand in another's land
This ain't my sand
At this beach
But we still teach
That this land is our land
This ain't even our home
We're all on the roam
All alone
Heated to the bones
Seeking anything
To quench this itch
But hol' on
It won't be long
Till we belong
Brother to brother
Sister to sister
Mother to father
And father to mother
All
Together now to each other
Fuck all the rest
We black on black





Um... I like the words and the message. Good rhythm.


Thank you! The rythm is what I work towards. Lately, more so than the rhyme. The subject matter is rare for me so I really enjoy that you liked it.


Truth is what it is.


It's three-quarters pessimistic, one-quarter optimistic, but I like it.


Hi Jason,
I really liked this one especially the part that starts with "We ain't trust our brothers
...ain't my mother's brother"


Marijuana man, marijuana




This is deep. I can appreciate the knowledge expressed.


I really like what ur saying here....keepin it real