White Picket Fence

My revolutionary views on racism in America.

The White House aint so white now that a black man lives inside,
some white folks in this country, that just makes em wanna cry,
to think where John F. Kennedy once showed his jazzy flair,
has now become a haven filled with little nappy hairs.

This world was built on racism and everyone should know,
that everyone's not good just cause they're white as driven snow,
there're hicks and hoodlums ev'rywhere; the color lines are split,
but only when it's black does anybody give a s**t.

The cultures of this planet all adapt to what is black,
but if it came to being black they'd give that s**t right back,
cause no one wants to be a n****r, how I figure that? They'd rather be a n***a and just flip around a cap.

It's like a whole New Era; t-shirts, Timbs and creasy jeans, will holla out 'NahMean' cause they heard that on BET,
I see these perpetrators and it makes me stop and stare,
I've even seen the devil rockin dreadlocks in his hair.

This goes for honies too, snow bunnies who think they the s**t,
just cause they're quick to lick and spit all on some n****r's dick,
and if ol Dad should catch that a*s; a wrap like all she wrote,
but that won't change that Kate took black cojones down her throat.

I see it like the world itself is one white picket fence,
with starters in the field and those content to ride the bench,
the big house fenced within contains the remnants of the slaves,
who gave their lives for centuries, oppressed by whips and chains.

You won't be hearing Timberlake or Eminem react,
pretending to be black has raised the bracket of their tax,
I only speak the facts in fact at Blacks I now will hurl,
a few words bout the swirl and livin in a white man's world.

They'll tell you that you're "awesome" and they'll tell you that you're cool,
right to your face, behind your back they're calling you a fool,
and when I speak of "they" I don't mean ALL the Blanco cats,
you're reading this, you're grown, I shouldn't have to tell you that.

There's mixture in ALL races, you have ignorance and smarts,
with those who sit atop the fence and those who lack the heart,
to stand along the frontlines with the soldiers when it's war, The Revolution comes you'll find me wielding guns and swords.

I think myself a patriot but I'm not Brady Tom, I'll prob'ly die in heated battle with the racist scum,
who'll have to want to die to kill me, let the war commence, I'd rather lose my life than live behind a picket fence.

©2011
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

This effort was written in response to a piece I read in 2011 called "Aunt Tomisina". If it comes across as angry, that's because it is. Certain words and language had to be used to effectively convey my feelings at the time. As always no offense is intended, but before I can "keep it real" with anyone else, I must first be real with myself.

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