*NOTE TO READERS: this poem was not intended to bash all white people, this simply expresses my feelings toward the white racists and supremecists that try to make blacks out to be "freeloaders" or just lazy and seeking hand outs, or that we are "less than human"...







they tell me "go back to africa nigger"
I say "okay.
never VOLUNTEERED to leave my country ANYway"
not like I had a COUPON clipped
to hop my ass on that ship,
and sail my ass to the U.S. just to be treated like shit...

I was SOLD into slavery with a gun to my head,
told me to cooperate, or else my family'd be dead
but the story in the books that remains untold,
is we were royalty in africa before we got sold

see, they like to talk shit, but they don't really be knowin
had they not robbed us blind, back home we'd gladly be goin
made us they're "less-than-human" servants, then settled in the South,
dirty bastards got some nerve, lettin them words fall out they mouth.

They tell me "go back to africa nigger"
suits me just fine,
and I'll be on my way as soon as they return what's mine:
all the money I produced when I picked them plants,
all my dignity they stole when they whipped my back,
all the time I spent in jail- just 'cause my skin is black,
can they give that back? I think they owe me that...

as this country gets the benefits from all MY labor
they sling my freedom in my hands as if to do me a favor?
profit from my hard work, yet they shit on me
and when I ask for some help they wanna get on me?
claimin I'm a hungry miser wantin hand outs for free,
considering 3 centuries of torture? Bitch please, you OWE me