Not all


NOT ALL BLACK PEOPLE ARE SLAVES

THE REST ARE EITHER DEAD

WILL BE IN LESS THAN FIVE

OR SCUBA DIVE IN STATISTICS

THE “NIGGAS” GREATEST WET DREAM

WHERE YOUR DEAD KIDS STAIN THE INNER LINING OF UNCLE SAM’S PANTS

NO WONDER ITS MANY COLORED

NOT ALL BLACK PEOPLE ARE GOOD AT HIDE N SEEK
WE JUST HIDE OUR PIECE UP OUR SLEEVES

OUIII HOW WHITE FOLK ENVY THESE GUNS

COULDN’T HIDE HOLLOW TIPS WHEN OUR COCKBACKS IS ON POINT

NOT ALL BLACK PEOPLE LOVE YOU AMERICA

YOU GAVE US PAIN

HASTAGS

CHURCH

NEWS STORIES

NOOSE STORIES

TEACH MURDER AS HIGHER THINKING TILL WE GET THE HANG OF IT

AS YOU SIT ON OUR COFFINS LIKE BENCHES

TURN OUR FOUNDATIONS TO FURNITURE

YOU KILL US

HAD TO TURN YOUR CHAINS INTO JEWELS TO MAKE MONEY OFF YOUR BONDAGE

YOUR FACE SAGS LIKE MY PANTS DO

UNCAP LIPSTICK AND SMEAR BLOODLINES ON YOUR LIPS

PUCKER UP

YOU MAKE ASSIMILATION SEXY

YOU DRINK THE YOUTH LIKE COCKTAILS

TURN DREADLOCKS TO NOOSES

HEADSHOTS TO STOP MOTION

BLACK NIGHTS TO BLACK FACE

CRACK PIPES TO INSIGHT

CAUSE INSIDE THAT RED WHITE

IS BLUE EYES WITH BLONDE IQS

NOT ALL BLACK PEOPLE ARE DEADBEATS

IT CANT BE

SOBBING TO THE RHYTHM OF THE KIDS
ON A DEADBEAT

A KIND OF CHILD SUPPORT NOONE WANTS TO PAY

DEATH IS OUR CHILDREN'S BIGGEST FAN

WE POLUTE THE SKIES WITH OUR FISTS

HOPEFULLY IT SITS

FOR AFTER THE CLOUDS COMES THE STORM

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