Saturday, January 4, 2014

The Preamble

(Crocker Verse)

/They say my "race speak" is a gimmick/ A crutch upon my lyrics/ A stupid tool that I would use to vie for your attention/ Rather not that I would speak "percentage of conviction"/ Or billions Clinton gave toward the building of new prisons/ The prison industrial complex, honest/ Take a minute and view in context/ Corporations thru prison labor quadruple profits/ Pay prisoner a dime and nickle an hour for projects/ The times that I was searched 'cause my passenger was black/ Asking me about some weed, asking him about some crack/ The way whites turn their nose up when it's mentioned that I rap/ And the nervous looks they give when somebody around me's black/ If you embrace, then I'll relent/ Let go the hate, then I won't vent/ Don't use your faith and then play the bitch/ And I'll stay my place instead of trip/ G-d Allah, forgive my tone and my resentment/ I just expected more out of some you claim as children/ Adam, if it's nothing; then keep it as you speak/ Instead of how you make it and skew how I perceive it/ The knowledge stained indecent 'cause of how you chose to treat it/ So excuse, if when I spot the false, I point it out and scream it/

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