I smoke a square .
Yeah so what?
Yeah like the ghetto girl jumping rope would say
Bitch and what
You don’t know me !
You don’t know who I be.
Young proud African queen.
Black sistah with knowledge
Thugs on the block define that as being a Bitch
I concur with this
I embrace their - IG
NORANCE.
And ignore their very existence,
The inhaling of the breath
The contracting of their lungs.
The Exhaling of
That Joint
That Green
That Sticky Icky
High off Justice. I am High off a Spiritual substance
Similar to Gandhi but I am not on my knees
Similar to Malcolm but I can give two fucks about an X
Powerful like Luther equivalent to the King. I am the Queen
Of the Jungle . Tarzan’s Jane excluding the tree house
And chilling in the Penthouse of the Marriot .
You Tarzan ?
I am Jane.
Now
See
Spot
Run.
Let’s do the damn thing and fall in everlasting love. That Non-structural love.
I am not your parole officer
I will not be phoning you up every minute of the 24 hour.
I am not your mother
Nor am I your brother
So do not entitle me as ‘Ma’ or ‘Dude’ or your ‘G’
Insults are the absolute negatives of me.
Judge me Yes.
Judge me Not.
I smoke a square
And ?
So what?
Cancer is a disease of the human body
I was born irregular , my soul evaporated through the pores of my African skin.
A body is like an automobile I hop out just like I jump in.
Judge me Yes.
Judge me Not.
I am like a Sniper with a revolutionize plot.
Toxic chemical for your overall being.
Mark 'this bitch' with a red skull and
Draw a Vertical line through it.
I smoke a square
So the fuck what .
Drop it in the middle of a busy downtown street
During Rush hour
And watch hell
Explode all over me.
-angy_the artist
Thursday, April 30, 2009
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