my mistakes are deeper than excessive melanin, deeper than my black skin. the beer I pour in my breakfast eggs. a liquored aroma.
the thoughts of me between a white woman's lips
because she asked me to come home, it's safe here now,
they don't hang niggers from trees no more, but they do shoot them dead
and rationalize by yelling, "I feared for my life!"
but "that" couldn't be the furthest from the truth, it's more like
"I shot that nigger for fucking our whites!"
now let the masses say, "AMEN!"