* PROBLEM KING *
My Problem is, I don’t have a Problem being a Problem,
And I didn’t Vote for Obama, My Candidate was my own Momma,
Who wouldn’t let my Father end my life with a Condom,
She said, If You Must Go… No Worries
I Got’ Him,
like a Summers Kiss Falling Flat in
Autumn,
I know Cream rises to the Top, but I was a Kool-Aid Baby going for the Sugar at the
Bottom,
I like Women who think like Assata,
Women have always been my Nirvana,
But they bite the Shyt out of my Heart like a School of Piranhas,
You would think I would learn, Write?
I’m not one for Idolatry, but I would Kiss a Black Madonna,
For all the Women who go through it like Jesus Momma,
When they Kill your Sons, for The Love you Taught’um,
From the Hate that Brought Us, to the Wilderness of North America, Baptized in Lakes of Lava,
And Separated us from our Fathers,
But I was born King, to Restore the Honor,
Ruling the World from my Mommas Porch,
They’re like Yeah, He’s Gonna Be A
Problem…
~El Shabazz
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2017