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Blac Garner
I'm seven different people. Six of them are dope ass rappers.
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Gideon Wildflower
Most would call me a writer.. but most don't know what the fuck they're talking about.
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Thursday, September 23, 2010

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 23

Black man knows
Black man knows white man owns
everything
everything is everything
and everything excludes nothing
Black man knows that white man owns
Black women
He sees it in their weaves
in their perms
in their straighteners
in their make-up
in their inability to wake up and see
black man
as a man
to talk to him
as a man
to love him
as a man
to treat him
as a man
so he beats them
cause he can
Black man knows that white man owns
his own will
to keep the oppressed oppressed
make them worship everything about the oppressor
so
black man lusts after white man's money
black man lusts after all that money
we lust after all that money
you lust after all that money
I lust after all that money
(Goddamnit!I just got an erection)
Black man knows that white man owns
all his brothers
the word brother is like the word revolution
it means nothing now
because everything excludes nothing
Black man sees black man
and steals
and takes and kills and even rapes
Black man knows taht white man owns
his law
Black man has no law
Black man knows that it is criminal to be a black man
Don't let them catch you nigger
Cause then they're putting you behind some physical bars
Black man knows that white man owns
his escape
White man is God.
So we drive around in these God-given
automobiles made up of narcotics
but be careful nigger
if God catches you using his stick shift
he'll send you to places where other black men
stick dicks
up your whole entire asshole
and while the floor is covered with your blood, tears, and shit
black man sees your pain
and it gives him the satisfaction that his wounded huberis
demands
(Goddamnit I just lost my erection)
And you wonder why niggers fuck with automatics instead
It's cause
Black man knows white man owns his music
He hip hops to the tip top
in tune with
sex money drugs
with ballads screamed from 40 caliber lungs
in perfect rhyme in perfect repitition
"please make me like you
please make me like you
make me like you
and maybe you'll like me
the way I fuckin' love you"
Black man knows that white man owns
his youth
His offspring are living contradictions
Literally figurative
So he hides in the front of buses
scared of them
as they reflect his own ignorance
Black man knows white man owns
his hopes
his dreams
his whispers
his screams
Black man knows white man owns everything
and everything excludes nothing
The only escape from everything is death
Black man knows
and it hurts his soul
Black man knows and it hurts his soul
Black man knows and ..
it hurts his soul

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