Poetry Corner: Free Slaves
My bad I better watch my mouth this here massa’ Trump’s Jim Crow,
Everywhere now not only in the South.
Pull up in the white vans checking the color on his hands,
All I can do is roll a blunt up,
It looked funner selling dope before chains on my niggas like slave runners.
Obama left everyone be afraid the new guy boxed us in like a cell,
He wants to start a war and not pay for illegal trade,
The racist orange dick is in the White House taking us to hell.
The illusion is over,
Retire now all the gunners and niggas riding foreigns you know do it for the girl stuntters,
Roll two blunts up Trump about done up.
Russia and Syria dropping bombs,
It’s over hide in every crack and crease like a mouse,
I’m not fighting like a jive ass Uncle Tom freedom was a lie can’t you tell?