Carl, baby, this one for you!
Got no guts
No balls to back up
All the brag
It's a pure fact
Why go black?
When they got
Nothing but heartache and grief
To give back
Promises
Promises
Promises
Sure they can make 'em
But can they keep 'em
Hell no!
Not even close
Just have to look at
How many of them are dead beat dads
To see that that's true
Druggies and abusers
Lazy and no good
One and all
Better off
When they were slaves
At least then
They knew their fucking place
Hey
Who knows?
Maybe we should reinstate
Some of them good ole ways
Why am I writing this?
Such bitter, hateful prose
All for a very good reason
I assure you
Got my heart broken
White woman dumped
By an useless nergo
And so I chose to fight back
Pour my pain
Out on the written page
For all the world
To see and feel with me
Did it in a text
Said all he really wanted was sex
Now upon his horny ass
I'll put a poetry hex
Calling it
Writing it
Like I see it
Black men are cowards!
And you Carl are the worse coward of them all!
Motherfucker!