What is up with you, Nigga! You act like a fool
Who instead of fried chicken prefers the Big Mac.
We elected a black man, then did it again.
White men can’t let that happen once more. If and when
Someone other ascends, they unleash an attack
On the core of our government by tyrant rule.
Some folks are rather lazy. They shuffle around.
But they can be of value when whipped into shape
By the pale overseer who stays overseas
And revives racial hatred, the human disease
Where when one is infected there is no escape.
In this nation of ours, good white niggers abound.
It’s a stark retribution that’s now taking place
In plain sight with no pretense nor feeling of shame.
Indeed, those with inferior genes will feel pride
In full-blown civil warfare. They take it in stride.
Psychotically prophetic is the end game.
Maybe then all will know that spirits don’t have race.