CHAPTER 1
137 BulletsCan u feel my pain n c my disdain
137 times u pulled that trigger
To serve and protect, and also kill niggers
High on drugs black and blue worlds collide
Two African Americans take their last ride
The white faces on T.V. offer explanation
Black face nappy hair was your justification
Justifiable killing, or so they say
Prepare your souls for judgment day
A House Nigger
in My HouseA smile on his face entering my door;
Fake ass nigger you ain't my friend.
All my achievements, but he has one more;
Dust in his pockets, no money to lend.
Peeking at my woman, but she ain't a whore;
Your darkened heart is too ill to mend.
From day to day;
I hear what you say.
You're really not a brother;
I call your complexion, simply "shit color."
Keep your distance take the long way around;
When you're in my presence, don't make a sound.
You have family but you walk all alone;
Their pathetic voices, begging on your phone.
Lying to people to appear even bigger;
To define your existence, you're a house nigger.
Don't Let Alcohol
get You Fucked UpWe drank beer and smoked cigarettes;
You harbor fear, I harbor regrets.
You offered fake hospitality;
It was a false reality.
Soon outnumbered by four of your friends;
Little did they know I would fight till the end.
Your marijuana smoke inflates your chest.
Your white friends were my test.
Out of your mouth foul words do slither;
Now I'm outnumbered you call me a nigger.
Drunken white boys are always brave.
My heart of kings, and my blood of slaves.
You stammered and stumbled, all of you willing;
Little did you know, you had volunteered for a killing.
And You Call Us IgnorantDressed in sheets, you burn crosses
Spreading venom throughout the nation
Black murders unsolved we suffer loses
Committing hate crimes without provocation
Exploiting the bible to justify your...