YOU KNOW I RIDE WITH MY BLACK PEOPLE!
Until them ironic times I gotta ride on my black people.
I PICK THE SIDE OF MY BLACK PEOPLE!
until them ironic times I’m picking sides with my black people –
While on a different side with ‘my’ black people/
That’s on a different side from ‘those’ black people.
Too many condition and contradictions with confections of self hate that expose black people.
Prison a race camp, and nobody understands that MORE THAN BLACK PEOPLE.
When I stare segregation in the face,
accepting discrimination every day,
with no denials to it being about race,
there’s no such thing as color blind, picking a color is the only way.
Truth sees between the lines
peer thru your batted lashes.
You’ll see the world in pieces.
Color Coded Conditions.