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After all these years this is still meNever mind all those spoken about strides If it walks like a duck, quacks like oneWhat about wearing that dreadfully fitting shoe?Never mind the way I came up aces in my debutA spade is a spade regardless of tradeIsn’t that what you say?Regardless of status or spouseEven having moved into my big White HouseSeems to me your mind continues to be madeWould youLike to roll tape and cueThe last 150 years in review?I told you before I was intelligent and propheticYesI speak of that same “Hustle†Of which I still remain “unapologeticâ€Every day I walk these streetsEvery daySo when we talk and I see you smile and say“I call a spade a spadeâ€Is that really how you figure?Are you still awaiting my approving smile?Still?I thought I knew you but you surely don’t know meYou say you only speak of shovelsTo that, I say what you said is much biggerConsiderate? MaybeBut it’s still your politically correct wayOf calling a “thug a thug “or a “ a !â€So watch your tongueAnd the metaphors you choose to deliver Round’ meSoAfter all these years this is still meOr as some might say“Still venting with his penâ€And to thatI still wonder why it’s okay for you to say “Oh God, here he goes againâ€As if speaking to a God you claim doesn’t exist(Hypocrites)But then…When we sit down to break bread you frownWhen I give thanks and say “Amenâ€This “spade†you claim that looks the sameThis thing you say is this harmless phraseThis you should knowNot just in the past but also in these present daysLike this “spadeâ€We have been used in the dirtiest of waysWe’ve seen our share of ditchesMy sisterOften, made to feel lowAlthough a beautiful and educated queenShe’s frequently been called a “hoeâ€And with the many trenches your shovels have madeLet me be the first to quickly remindThere was this timeWhen they tied ropes to treesWhen spades were truly spadesAnd we were handed those “spades†to dig our own gravesBefore they had us swinging with leavesSoIn lieu of all thisMy dear friendIf you must persistIf using this phrase you can’t resistThen I would ask you walk another wayRespect my space, respect my wishAnd on your way outWhat the Lord made you surely can kissSo for now and for any other dayWatch what comes off your lipsAnd be careful what you sayRound’ me