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Artist JoeMac
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Woke Ass

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I am littered with tattoos that cover half of my upper torso, Me and a bottle of Jameson are long lost twins who when we come together are inseparable, I listen to music with a high abundance of , and mutha***as in the lyrics, I eat meat, I will mash some wangs smothered in buffalo sauce on site, but somehow, I ain’t right, I’m not properly cleansing my temple, see to you, I am a downfall to the cause, see you read books and , you grew that ten inch afro with the pick in ya right side, you got ya trench coat and ya combat boots, I see you with ya collection of guns but the question is will you shoot, I mean cause I’ve seen seven foot s who couldn’t block a shot, hell I’ve seen Ja Rule claim he was pac when he was really pop and couldn’t pop off on fifty, but clap back still went hard though, I hear you with ya Malcolm quotes, by any means necessary, but you the first running behind the wall when the gunfire erupts because you are trying to survive by any means necessary, see those guns were nothin but iphones, ready to hit record so you could become a viral sensation, let ya people see you scream in the face of an officer you have no intent on hittin, you are smitten with views and shares, you wanna read through the comment section to watch those thuggin behind keyboards support ya movements, yet ya movements got folks lost like a broken compass, see you vegan, you wear dashikis, you throw up the black fist in every pic, you say you woke and you got dreads, yet you steady tryna spread the legs of all the black queens you say we need to protect, so that’s why you probably called you a HOtep, your mouth says save our children, but your tells her to swallow yours, see revolutionary doesn’t mean Ho free, and trust, I ain’t knocking sex, I’ve done a fair amount of ***ing in my day, but don’t spread your Y chromosomes to have a future child asking why don’t daddy come home, don’t hit me with Obama quotes when you are nothing more than Trump with a tan, but to keep it 100 grand you are merely a spoken word artist entering a slam with a phone in they hand, take that to the coffee shop, but even there you get exposed because you treat your own black coffee like hoes, but be in love with that french vanilla creamer, so allow me to verbally knock yo woketo sleep so you can become a dreamer, and maybe Harriet can drag yoon the railroad tracks, maybe rosa parks can send yoto the back, maybe Kap can stand so you can take a knee and he can put a boot in ya back and call it a kickstand, or maybe you can really wake up black man, and actually be the change, cause right now you are merely a dollar that folds under pressure

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