(to i seen a man die by scarface) she saw him walking down the church steps the girl he got married to had a bunch of chronic wheps from clarence thomas to tiger woods my mind goes slack cause in the mind of these men they aint really black not that i'm a race-baiter but i can't help feeling angry bout these brothers when they get wealth getting angry feeling like i don't really know black fighting two wars gay and black i say fuck that i still don't like this kinda shame i don't want to feel another black brother's shame (music) what kind of peace solidarity are we in struggling to hear above the din that we see in rucker, bryant, cartwright and chris kilmore they all are left to feel like they yell "fore" and nobody wants to change this its 2002 still we up against the same shit i don't like this kinda shame i don't want to feel another black brothers shame (music) i don't understand how this lady can claim to be black and so banjee what is real no one asks they just claim its fake so they take the ones that aint commited and they forsake clarence thomas stole an election for the elite trying to hand a brother another crushing defeat but we all supposed to be brothers anyway but you'll never catch the "real" black people saying that today and that's for real, you can feel, that's a real slight and the man coming out the church, well, his bride was white i don't want to be lame but i'll never stop to feel the flame of another brother's shame (music)Birth sign: Aries
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