A Description of Me
This is not a song
Iits just a mere description of me
I am not good with word so my pen speak for me
I am tired of repretitous love songs either he wants you or he don’t
I am tired of writting bout the lost souls that roam the ghettos
I am tired of vanity, worldly goods people claim to posess
I am tired of the shallow writings of what man can sex me the best
I am tired of contradiction war and world peace in the same sentence
I am tired of a whole nation of sinners
Hiding behind their white picket fences
Ohh your baked apple pies scented your gracious skies with hidden truth
But how can i take the word of a man who named his promise land
after the
forbidden fruit
And lady liberty the precious gift, said the new world was free
Was that not for me cause my people
Was shackled to their hand and feet in
slavery
And english is the tounge of this stolen land even for the indian
Oops my bad now its native american
Ohh my many changes and phases i went through
I went from negro to nigger, african,
To afro american, african american
But the most high said from adam i made man submissive
And rain you are no different
So if anyone ask of your description
tell them your are better than the best man with many of riches
cause i simply made you a black women