Poetry Corner: Victory Lap

I’m an urban legend,

South Jersey in a certain section,

Spitting Black history with no discretion.

Gang members shooting shit up like John Rambo,

Let me break it down,

Drug dealers buy foams,

Crackheads buy crack,

And the White men get paid off all of that,

But you’re unconscious Sambo.

Land of the free until I speak and want to lead,

The Government wants who it wants,

Trump didn’t need popular vote to win the election.

Life is whatever you make it,

Just remember when my time comes and I have to go,

Don’t be violent,

Spread my message and watch the culture grow.