Black Man's Tobacco

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Take yo'mafak'n hands

off me

& let me fuck'n be

you fuck'n pig

Uncle Tom

You ain't my brotha

sorry mutha

fuck'n fake-ass-sellout

nickel nigga

try'n to figga

out where you belong

you ain't strong

you ain't shit

& tell you what you can suck

my big black bodacious dick

ain't got nuth'n betta to do

than harrass my ass

matta fact whats that number

on yo'badge

why you even show up at this scene

try'n to confiscate my bag

of nicotine

I should make yo'ass bleed

for hender'n my

need

for

weed

here you want a hit

just play'n, you fuck'n bitch

I'll give you a hit

with my fist

full with this

Bud Light glass

or should I stick my foot

up your bacon smell'n ass

mak'n you you wish you

would've asked

for a damn vacation day

cuz you never should came

round this way

with your shiny badge

& blue shirt and pants

hold'n yo'night stick

with yo'crazy legal rants



Look man, take these fuck'n

cuffs off of me

I don't need to sit in this

small ass back seat

can you explain exactly what

you mean

cuz you can't be locking me up

for no dime bag of nicotine

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Jessica Reeder's picture

Bad ass poem! Great poem about the truth too. Fuck the pigs!!!
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Aaron Burks's picture

Man this shit was crazy, I don't know what side you standing on but this here, is crazy, good job on the truth.
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