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I'm in Niggerland
I’m in Niggerland
Searching for the white ambassador.
And you can keep your kingdom
You’re just another prime minister to me.
And the girls with their silicone
Sacrifice the breasts
That come with puberty.
Surviving the threat
Means keeping the threat alive
I’m in Niggerland
Searching for the white ambassador.
And as tiny corpses float down her banks
She is finally understood;
Water never was the enemy of the desert.
And the author spoke uncertainly of her theme,
She just hoped it could be the justification,
Now that they don’t print the bible anymore,
And if the babies are bloated enough
We don’t have to feed them;
Who are we kidding?
They got pudgy stomachs
But bigger tits
They are at the gym to get fit
Or maybe look at fit guys.
The old ones disgust them more than just a little,
And landing on the nails outside the birds scream
Not out of pain
But they failed to crucify themselves.
I’m in Niggerland
Searching for the white ambassador.
