Adzogbo

To the conga's devilish beat 
We dance 
Like monkeys in a cage 
Paint from African mask blackens every drip of sweat
Sharing our darkest passions 
Like an addict's last needle 
To the conga's devilish beat 
We dance 
To the ritual of ashes watered 
Over starving eyes while 
Reciting proverbs and poetry
Bodies intertwined 
As one gains freedom 
The other remains a slave 
To the conga's devilish beat 
We dance 
A two-step in shackles around ashy ankles 
The coolness of grey like a brand new tombstone 
Where each head will lay.


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Sioux

I laid with you as an eloquent nude

Accepting every hour 

As another eccentricity

In a bath of your lemon curd 

A climax of euphoria 

From your full lips 

Down to the fat of your hips 

Counting thy blessings as

One torn rib of man 

Creating a cannibal's cave in the sheets 

While two tongues wilt like dying roses 

In an eclipse of atmosphere reminiscent of 3 a.m.

You light a cigarette while I play the flute

For this starless night as the face

Of a hungry child graces the television set 

Actors paid to enslave beggars 

For a petty flashing light

Encircled in smoke rings 

I still breathe fullness as pure 

As my once virgin tongue 

Now weaving between your teeth 

As you slowly capture me in your  jaw 

For pleasures unknown 

Plotting revenge like a sadistic fiend  

I am a cross at the scene of a tragedy 

Overshadowed by tall blades of grass 

A venomous hold sharp like 

The structure of your face 

Cheek bones give me lacerations 

Along my spine with intentions to please

Gagged and bound 

I have your disease

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Niggas

Kool-aid drinkin', fried chicken eatin' niggas

Rob you at gunpoint, crackhead/alcoholic niggas 

Rape ya daughters rape ya sons 

Heartless ass niggas 

Gun totin' tech-9 4-5 stutin' niggas 

Ain't man enough to take care of they own damn kids 

Lazy no good niggas

Wifebeater wearin' abusive husband 

Stealin' from ya loved ones

Ghetto ass niggas 

Get outta my neighborhood niggas 

You ain't welcome here niggas

Them niggas need Jesus 

They spawn from the Devil, that's why their skin so dark

It's a curse I tell ya! A curse! 

I'll be damned if I let them 

Lil thievin' niggas around my kids  

Go back to Africa, chase those lions 

And throw spears from the highest tree niggas

My niggas wear pants that hang off they asses 

My niggas are straight G's 

We don't take no shit from no 

"Wanna be gay ass white boy niggas"

My niggas drank 40's and talk to 

Fine ass bitches that look like Beyonce

No dark bitches tho, my niggas'll kick they 

Tar lookin' asses to the curb 

My niggas real 

Them fake ass niggas wear tight ass jeans 

And look like some rock listenin' emo motherfuckas

We don't want no helpin' hand

That's what the oozi is for

Feel me, my nigga?

Don't hate the playa hate the game 

We strugglin' so we hustlin' rocks 

Like Young Jeezy back in the day 

See, you ain't a nigga unless you from the streets

Fuck the goddamn suburbs my nigga 

We stay in the hood and we run it too 

Cus we niggas, real ass niggas 

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