Gut Check...

Why...

Why you in an uproar?

Wasn't you just moments ago...

Silent...

Oh...

When those shottas

Are clinched by black hands...

You ain't no snitch...

You ain't nobody's bitch...

Ah...

I got you...

My nieces & nephews

Fertilizing the pavement...

My sister's watering the asphalt 

But you sitting..

On yo ass like it ain't yo fault!

Okay...

I got you!

But...but you that self proclaimed...

Then when that white and blue 

Stroll through

You a fuckin' mute

Smilin' & gigglin' like yo ass..

Cute...

Let them rob our father's & mother's 

Of their wealth & lives

That yessa nigga

That...thataboy nigga

That...why you want massa upset nigga

Oh but you that hostile nigga...

When one murders us...

You want the respect of...

African Kings...

Treated like you..

An Egyptian God

Nah you snake...

I won't even refer to you as a brother...

Not to even contemplate 

A man...

Your a coward!

Hiding behind a culture 

That slayed the access to your identity 

Called me a mother Fulkerson

When they would blind fold you

And force you to fuck yo mother!

Ah...

But you hate me so...

That you'd rather let loose at slug...

Than show one struggling just like you...

Some love...