NO

These wine moms are ruthless and sexist
And when they get filled with thousands of bullets
Each one will make a dem exit
Totally different men have said "you're the white me"
Gee, being Black must be lonely
And that's putting it lightly
It's a cult of death
To tell the truth? Don't hold your breath
Stop calling teen moms MILFs
She not old till she leans on stilts
When we close ranks on you old skanks
Banks go first, bang bang bang point blank
They're the true death of us, the white moderate
Because white is not white and moderate's not moderate
Hotter it gets the less slaughter will register
Forgive and forget whoever collects debts on a stretcher
Fell for their brainwashing hook line and sinker
As Jews get less white viewed as bookbinding stinkers
When I get riled up eyes dilate
Dialed up wild child erupt
Third eye open words wise dope and nuff to lift styles up
Each line a new car in a pile up a mile high up
So don't pump ya breaks for fuck's sake
Rise up

Pacifism aids and abets
A state level violence that hates and rejects
Peace love and the tolerant
Mint dollars and guns
Infinite funds to keep skates on our necks
Not socialism for rich, it's anarchy for all
When you own resources who cares salaries fall
Mahatma is not the goddamn man to recall
Starvation like hunger strike
We want Malcolm's younger tike plan to resolve
Bull Connor's bullwhip buried with full honors
It's rude to say my family died in the camps
Brutal slayings await
You swear your riding with champs
The dungeon of denial is surprisingly damp
I expected desert dryness as your eyelids
As you divide up the clams
Deny the sweet science something dies in the dance
I finally figured out how to say it
Did you see Raging Bull? His job was to lose
Short term, paid in full
So how come dems don't cry after throwing such a heavy swing
Cuz they done it for years
Can get used to anything



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Writer(s): Paul Nathaniel Barman, Joseph Murphy
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