Untitled Poem
I’m a tell you bout a nigga
Nigga’s not a term that you use around me,
don’t know? betta learn
Niggas don’t rap
Niggas just burn when the lynch mob
decides it’s your turn
Niggas don’t think,
Niggas just blink and they life is over
they bite the cobra
Niggas don’t laugh,
Niggas watch Seinfeld and they see a (f*)
fork in they a**
you don’t know the half,
you don’t know the math
400 years, what you know about that?
what you know about what it means to be black?
just because you listen to rap?
nigga please!
I’m a educate ya,
listen to my words, I’m elevate ya
and life yall up like an elevator
accelerate your maturation
niggas don’t read
niggas just bleed
niggas just need cause of other niggas greed
niggas just feed off of negativity
so don’t call me a nigga cause a nigga not me
a nigga not free
a nigga locked up
a nigga not married
a nigga knocked up
a nigga not white
so cracka stop calling me nigga
and thinking it’s making us tight!
i call that ignorance,
you think it don’t matter what your pigment is?
saying “nigga” that’s not a privilidge,
it’s a f* life sentence
I call that ignorance,
anti-revolutionary business
saying nigga?
we should know better than this
and i’m a stay militant
UPDATE:
This verse is on Pierce’s new album,
Language Arts presents: UNDERGRAD
order it on: www.languageartsmusic.com
