Okay, I don't know what is going on. I'm no poet and my black as sho' nuff know it, however, I went
to take a look at my boy, Raw Buffalo's web sight and he wrote a wonderful post entitled; "We Ain't Free".
I thought about his post for most of the day and while I was on my way home from the doctor's office (Yes,
The Doctor's office on Dr. King's birthday), I found myself trying to spit verse on the back of an envelope as
I drove home. That crap ain't safe. So, here is another attempt at poetry from your one and only me.
I titled it: Sit Your Black Ass Down. (It's a working title. LOL).
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We ain't free.
Yeah, you heard me.
Look around and see,
How we ain't free.
*
We ain't free.
Yeah, you heard me.
Look around and see,
How we ain't free.
*
We ain't free.
How could we be?
With me killing you,
And you killing me.
*
How could we be?
With me killing you,
And you killing me.
*
Who, we? Free?
Are you kidding me?
Best look again,
You wanna be "G".
*
Are you kidding me?
Best look again,
You wanna be "G".
*
Oh, you think you free?
Why is that "B"?
Just 'cause you drive
a bigger car than me?
*
Why is that "B"?
Just 'cause you drive
a bigger car than me?
*
What you dancing for fool?
Yo ass ain't free.
You best look in this boat,
'cause you right next to me.
*
Yo ass ain't free.
You best look in this boat,
'cause you right next to me.
*
Naw, we ain't free,
But we pretend to be.
With our fake African names.
What's your Black History?
*
But we pretend to be.
With our fake African names.
What's your Black History?
*
Boy, you ain't free.
This is modern slavery.
They'll still hang your ass,
from the tallest of tree.
*
This is modern slavery.
They'll still hang your ass,
from the tallest of tree.
*
Girl, you ain't free.
Oh, you playing with me.
'Cause a blind man can see,
that yo ass ain't free.
*
Oh, you playing with me.
'Cause a blind man can see,
that yo ass ain't free.
*
Chile you ain't free,
so get away from me.
Freedom comes with a price.
Have you paid that price "G"?
*
so get away from me.
Freedom comes with a price.
Have you paid that price "G"?
*
You a "nappy headed hoe".
A nigger, a bitch.
How can you be free,
When they still label you this?
*
A nigger, a bitch.
How can you be free,
When they still label you this?
*
Naw, we ain't free,
but I wanna be.
That's why every night
I get down on one knee.
*
but I wanna be.
That's why every night
I get down on one knee.
*
I'm praying for guidance,
some insight, some light.
That someday we'll get past
that ole Slavery plight.
*
some insight, some light.
That someday we'll get past
that ole Slavery plight.
*
But we still ain't free,
You best listen to me.
Cause I just want us to be
the best We we can be.
*
You best listen to me.
Cause I just want us to be
the best We we can be.
*
You can talk all your slang
and that yakety yak.
But when it comes right down to it,
Yo ass is still BLACK!
****
(Yeah, I'm talking to your shrimp fried, black ass, Tiger Woods! LOL. Naw, I'm just kidding.)
and that yakety yak.
But when it comes right down to it,
Yo ass is still BLACK!
****
(Yeah, I'm talking to your shrimp fried, black ass, Tiger Woods! LOL. Naw, I'm just kidding.)
-One Man's Opinion. Peace.
20 comments:
ROFLMBO!!! YAKETY YAK...! OMG you're hilarious!
love it, love u :)
Great job...this one's all yours twin!
We ain't free in alot of ways.
OK Now I know you ain't blessed with the MUSE fairy. You got a stash and u just startig to get us to sweat a brotha with the TALENTS ....
Love it, keep if coming.
hey nice blog.
You're right - we ain't free!
Man, you have a way with words :)
You just get down to the nitty gritty. lol! I love it.
good ish. i see you gettin in touch witcha feminine side.
And why you killing folk?? lol. I knew I couldnt trust the popo.
Good stuff though, once again
You always surprise me with your range man. Always.
The title, "Sit your black ass down", definitely had me rolling but lines like, "Naw, we ain't free, but I wanna be. That's why every night, I get down on one knee. I'm praying for guidance, some insight, some light" definitely had me thinking.
Good stuff!
Let me find out you one of those deeply poetical (is that a word?!) kinda guys!! lol
I don’t know much about poetry but I feel it. That’s some real sh*t.
The part about labels...
You all too kind. We need to exchange more excerts from our books, Twin.
Oh look at you poet...you are on a roll now. Kudo's again!
@Twin,
let me know what's up with the excerpt...i gave u more...u gave me a tease.
lol
good stuff
and u know damn well u wasnt jokin about Tiger Woods
I wouldnt have expected anything less from you... standing ovation right here...
We aint free... and thats real!!!
We've come a long way... but got a helluva long way to go!
Dope. You spit the hot fire on that one! (a la' Dylon from P. Diddy's making the band..lol)
But, I really want you to stop trying to write and drive, HAHA!
WOW...That was excellent!
And you're absolutely right...we ain't free @ all!
A masterpiece! Good writing...eloquently delivered...masterfully concise.
who knew....who knew...LOL
**pouting**
Sad, but true.
Freedom begins between the ears.
Bro. O. M. O.,
Put a bumping beat to it and I'll help you sell it, here in the streets of Chicago. LOL!
Love your lyrics, and your sentiments. Truth is truth.
Peace
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