How we gonna' communicate
When we can't even conversate?
You tell me it's converse
I'm trying to expand your Universe.
Show you what is and what will be
Man, you birds kill me.
Holla' "Eff those coons" and "Bomb those sand niggers"
When you facedown, ass up chasin' figures
That's right clown, you getting screwed
Fighting feuds got your brain nude
Naked as jaybird, skinny dipping in life
Crocs in this water, falcons taking flight
It's a food chain game, and you look like dinner
Chances for survial couldn't be slimmer
Keep those blinders, bury that head
Hot sand burns, Third eye closes on the dead
You monkeys blind, deaf and dumb 'bout evil
Faking funk and pulling stunts like Knievel
My thoughts nova, catch the light while you can
Soon enough y'all be asking
"What happened to Big Man?"
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4 comments:
For a few seconds there, I feared that a certain someone had hacked your blogger account. Then I realized that couldn't be the case because there weren't any truly made-up words or strange attempts to spell half the words in "ebonic" pronunciation.
DB,
I think lil man is saying he's been worn out. It's time to quit. His truth has no more endurance. Don't you sense that? This dude is in survival mode and blogging is a waste of time resource.
Nah, I'm just saying I felt like writing something rhymed.
Lol
Lil man,
A lil reverse psychology never hurt, did it? You prolly use that a lot these days?
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