IT’S SAD TO SEE THAT WE STILL LIVE UP IN A LAND

WHERE A GROWN, BLACK BOY DOESN’T KNOW THAT HE’S A MAN.

WHO FAULT IS IT THAT YOU NEVER LEFT YOUR STOOP?

EVERYTIME YOU TURN AROUND, YOU HAVE SOME EXCUSE.

“THE WHITE MAN CALLED ME NIGGER.” IS THAT WHY YOU “HAD” TO SHOOT?

WHY DIDN’T YOU SHOOT YOUR FRIEND? HE SAID IT TO YOU TOO.

YOU BRING YOU BAGGAGE TO THE WHITE MAN THAT DOES GIVE YOU A CHANCE.

NOW YOU HATE HIM EVEN MORE, BECAUSE HE FIRED YOU FOR SAGGING YOUR PANTS.

WE ARE THE SAME COLOR, BUT YOU ARE NOT WHO WE ARE.

YOU DON’T WANNA BE SMART AND SPELL NIGGER WITH THE “E-R”.

YOU DID INVENT YOUR OWN RACE AND SHOWED US THE DIFFERENCE.

I CAN TOLERATE A NIGGER WITH THE “E-R” FOR HIS IGNORANCE

BEFORE I CAN EVEN TRY TO STOMACH THE THOUGHT OF YOUR STUPIDITY. 

YOU HAVE KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR CURE, BUT YOU IGNORE THE REMEDY.

A “NIGGER” AT LEAST ASK QUESTIONS WHEN HE SEES SOMETHING STRANGE,

BUT IF I SPELL THE ANSWER TO A “NIGGA”, YOU STILL WON’T CHANGE.

IT’S TIME TO LOAD YOUR MIND AND PUT DOWN YOUR GUN.

YOU’RE JUST THE “NIGGA” PEOPLE LOOKING FOR IF YOU RESPOND.

YOUR  PRESENCE ISN’T NECESSARY, 

SO DO EVERY RACE A FAVOR, STAY IN YOUR HOUSE FOR THE REST OF FEBRUARY.

YOU AR E NOT MY BROTHER, WE ARE NOT THE SAME. 

YOU ARE HOLDING YOURSELF BACK, YOU’RE THE ONE TO BLAME.

IF THAT MAKES ME A SELLOUT, THEN, THIS IS MY TRUE FRONT.

TO ALL LIVING SOULS, HAVE A SAFE BLACK HISTORY MONTH. 

                                                                        WRITTEN BY: JAMEYEL PRICE A.K.A JAY-MEL “THE GREAT”

                                                                                                             FOR THE LOST BLACK MAN

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