Black Boy

Rejoice for yo' "niggas"

Pale vendors been playing niggas like bell tenders for seasons

Limp, Black Bodies Danced in the wind like ornaments chiming in the breeze and, I don't quite see how the rhythm of our memory turned Nigga, into a term of endearment. 

But we already here

It's the new ailment 

But there ain't no fear in us cuz, "niggas" is losing their vigor while Black Boys get Ready on the world

Though, meaning is melting we're so sure we're more vast than the oceans WE were left to drown in.

Though  We are in the days overlapped with madness from 30 caliber taggings ringing the necks of these black boys just like nooses.

Even though They call us Niggas and Nuisances 

We know... it's the new millennium

So, ain't no more luck for the next white boy I hear utter nigga don't get too comfortable homie we ain't y'all niggas.

Roses are red, and, Black is the ruler.