Rhymes 1

I see news reporters are

writing, typing, and Skyping their articles

about particles of human matter

that some think don't seem to matter

their self-esteem is cracked and shattered

 

Laid out all tattered on a platinum platter.

No, I'm not flattered

that the government's getting fatter

Cant y'all hear the pitta' patter

of the bloodshed bein' splattered?

 

Whenever I hear these white crack-crackers

talking smack about whack, black rappers

it just makes me madder we cant solve this faster

If I could ask my pastor

we would put it all past us.

 

But he doesn't have the answers.

So this idea that some have, spreads through the world like a cancer.

But haven't you heard that we can quench the thrist/

For life that is held by the black boy in the blood-stained shirt?

All we have to do is try not to hurt?

 

I wish we could just be equal.

No need for a Ferguson sequel.

I can see it on the news,

Ferguson two

what we gonna do?

 

We're back to,

Germany choppin' up Jews,

into apple juice,

that the rich can choose.

This is not a fight we can lose.

It will take the few to convince any of the many

to donate even a penny for

 

This cause that the white race caused

I wish we could press pause

stop all the cray 'n press play.

Don't flay the backs of the blacks

its black back to birth

 

Some of y'all's heads be up in the clouds

Ill bring y'all back to earth.

you heard it hear first,

The name's Sam fucking Worth