ITS A BLACK THING

It sucks that that dick has to validate us; even between us females badness is contacted on how many cocks got us cocktails in our contact list; I don’t know us black girls lost in the darkness look what its cost us; our ideals locked in a cockpit crashing we reached our peak from what tv speaks if we land a man with fat pockets drama action. When said out load its nonsense but yet we follow and keep falling unconscious. Drunk how many glasses class flunked how many passes; masked in wackness as long the hair long bootly plump we’ll keep askin where the cash is? Is that it? Family factitious; a formula to humanize failure. The best fed will mule a famish fiction. What the fuck we thinking. What the fuck we missing. Its easier to fill up a cold prison its old and meagre when your best friend sister cousin is 15 outta school and pregnant. Not to mention. I’m not only a part of this messed up black thing; I continue its growth, I just speak but too weak to grow….so pass that, I’ll follow I’m next to go. Cant leave my peeps they next to blow…shiet nigga on what? that money roll …got the hoes and blow on lock watch the counter top filled with all colours of cash all types of rock. And when my brother speaks like that what shall I do? My brothers speak like that what do I do; nod and move on; stride while hummin the same black song. On and on and onnnnn