“It doesn’t matter any longer And I’m speaking for myself
For Jimmy Baldwin
And I think I’m speaking for a great many other negroes too
It doesn’t matter any longer what you do to me.
You can put me in jail.
You can kill me.
By the time I was 17, you’d done everything that you could do to me.
The problem now is,
How are you going to save yourselves.” – James Baldwin
You’ve never stuck a fork in an outlet,
because you know better.
Not because you’ve witnessed the outcome,
But when parents warn you
Sometimes you listen without asking how come.
The stove
The block
The iron
They’re all hot.
Put your hand on one like Russian Roulette
Go ahead and take your shot.
I’m watching blood boil
People not caring about the degrees
Revenge starts to look like a delicacy
There are no reservations
For self preservation
Enlightening revelations
Stay warm in the winter time.
Do whatever is necessary.
If you die before martyrdom
How could you be legendary?
Don’t blame others for your negligency
Stay warm, don’t freeze.
Liquor store seems to be serving delicacies
But only hard liquor
No beer under 30 percent
Niggas against the draft
Didn’t mean to pretense the past.
Good Morning Vietnam
We could all pretend for laughs.
My skin is reminiscent of a Kong
My skin automatically makes me a con
But it doesn’t matter any longer
Save yourselves first.
