I’m on an acer
A pen that needs no eraser
Brown liquor with a chaser
Black and white in my driveway
Staying inside off the highway
Wishing I could just fly away
I have a sister that I wish I could choke
She’s so damn hateful
Sometimes my family makes me
Hate black folks, yeah I said it
It wasn’t meant to be a joke
She teaches her children to be so ungrateful
A big generation of late folks
Left behind in the back of the line
I look around wishing I was blind
So I wouldn’t see any reason
To beat their black behinds
Pull out a dictionary
For them to define but never mind
Too much on my plate
Too much on my mind
Too busy counting what’s mine
The little rascals steal all the time
You have to nail it down
Super glue it
Like wood rats
They’ll chew right threw
I wish I could swing and
Hit them with a bat
I’ll get too much time for that
I don’t have a clue
Their so damn bad
I don’t know what to do
Damn I’m missing a house shoe