C.R.B

To the point where his diary contained exhortations
To his love of smelling the blood of the enemy

Yeah, peep the swagger that we emanate
Shootas like Nintendo
Slime a nigga if he emulate
Told my hittas don't you even bother
Ima set them niggas straight
Like a homophobic father
They corruptin' niggas' daughters
With the poison in the waters
Power plants poppin' pipes
Causin' blood disorders
Owe this life to Almighty above
I don't be talkin 'bout the music when I say
These folks be "gassin' me up"
There's a war goin' on outside
And in the class
Before corona shoulda been
Had our kids wearin' mask
Fibrous minerals
Flowing thru the lungs like the blood
Of the diabetic youth
As they run and they run
To the aid of another collapsed mind
You hear the click
From the trip of a landmine
Seminars with rich white men
Tellin' me about the climate
I know the sun could never shine
For niggas in the projects

Look, green thumbs close community gates
When indigenous sentences
Bend the whip and the eloquence starts to penetrate
Everybody loves the sunshine
Couldn't get a taste with the smog
Takin' my life, my life, my life
The Terminator took Tookie
Treat it like Sarah Connor
Swear to God they gotta get it back in blood
God bring the flood
The white folks talkin 'bout the city
Like it's just gay pride and fun
Take lives and drugs
Disciples of Hoover
Spillin' white on disciples of Hoover
Money spent two weeks in the Ritz
Then came home saying that they
Saw the pain and they took it all in
Tourist performances
Hard to ignore the formulas
Canon cameras should catch the cannons
They tote for foreigners
A real rain will wash the scum off the block
Either that or the water hose from a cop
Don't know the half of it



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Writer(s): Jaja Robinson
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