Kamal Imani © 2008
From the serpents poisonous grip
Damn near 6
Thousand years of Polytricks
Hundred years of your
Grandmother, Your Mother, Auntie, Sister and daughters being raped and slaughtered.
And you being castrated
White Jesus imagery causing you to be self hated
Your manhood degenerated
But the toubob slavemaster made sure you mated
And even on the plantation admit it the sex with her was good.
You had to share her with massa but she understood
That you'd rather try to play the game and weep, then kill that racist rapist beast in his sleep
Even back then, you ain't have shhh, but to you that black berry beautiful African sister was sweet.
You used to build pyramids
But now your pants sag as your infatuated with your draws and showing your butt
And in our sister soldiers that had your back,
All you wanna do is bust a nut
Then leave the seed
Your idea of reparations is either playing the game in the corporation
Or being locked down in private stock held camps of concentration
You have an understandable frustration
This sometimes subtle oppression can make a brother stressed and mad sick
But you need a scapegoat fam?
Why you gotta call the mother of civilization a bitch?
Be a man with yours, she's your sister soldier in these wars, build and expand with yours!
And keep your hands to your self before we get the fam and roll on your ass with EJ, Pluck, FuQuan, Fat Rob, Pookey, Skeeter and them!
Cause we too can pistol whip and hit
And then we'll see whose the real bitch…bitch!
And sisters, I understand, that Uncle Sam's genocidal plan has left you without a man
So sometimes you, he or she resorts to tricks. But don't take your eyes off of the unseen hand that's killing our fam, when you too, decide to call your sister a bitch!
Kamal Imani AKA Kamal Supreme