“He black!
He spent stacks!”
Talking about “Lord, Lord.”
You put down your sword.
No strong men among the weak.
Too busy looking for a treat.
Got their eyes on anything that move,
looking for a behind to soothe.
“He black.”
Have you got no tack?
Are you ready for attack?
Already complaining about lack.
Do you even know one fact?
Look at the price on the rack!
Can’t afford this or that!!
Want people to have your back.
Walking around like a Mack.
Be happy?
For what?
Oh that’s right, you just got butt.
So do you even care,
when all you like to do is stare.
I heard about him,
most days in front of a TV screen,
looking all lean.
Come out when they tell him,
looking clean.
Why should I be happy?
I was told to do for myself
four years ago,
he said so.
or don’t you remember?
Oh yeah, you’re a black and white member!
Change what, change who,
I didn’t abandon blue.
But blue changed into red
had me double-checking what he said.
Then red changed into blue and I knew what I wasn’t going to
do.
If I didn’t make a stand,
then I would be shaking a liar’s hand.
So I closed my ears,
looked beyond my fears,
and avoided those back in the day tears.
And watched like you,
except this time,
supported my own view—
now who’s who?
Nicholl McGuire author of Know Your Enemy: The Christian's Critic and other books.
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