Don't Frown
Wesley’s Theory brought me here due to the pain
In my heart everyday of being mistreated.
Can’t play rap at work
Can’t sing
All they want is a greeting.
But don’t smile too hard
That means you’re up to something
But don’t frown
Cuz that means you’re worth nothing.
A frown means the shackles are still on
It means the ghettos will be full
And the rapes will continue.
It is the staple of our culture
The signature
The main reason we’re still dying.
We’re violent, dumb, we’re thieves
And yet, we’re not the only ones lying.
Niggers, oops I meant thug
Since that is the new word to say.
In the 60’s it was boxing
In the 80’s it was track
But now the only reason for concern
Is when a nigga lies on his back.
He’s the hustler, the earner,
As the owner watches from the press box.
His prized possession
Injured on a vicious hit
But he’s already on the phone to find another.
As the player gets up he looks to the stands
And sees his heartbroken mother.
He doesn’t remember seeing her though,
On account of the hit he just suffered.
He makes his way back to the locker room,
Thinking every player is his brother.
Media session is done and the protocols have been made.
Owner comes to visit after a few weeks
He tells the player of a trade.
You’ll be the star on this team, he says
You can get a fresh start
No longer dizzy
The player looks at his skin
All black and dark brown.
The owner wants him to smile
But he only conjures up a frown.