My Uncle Woochie and The LowEnd Gang Orchestra been many places
Seen spaces with faces and motivated wasting aways and the volumes of things people have to say about any of it...
....it's Woochie, bitch!
We say supposedly heavy shit, like the Babies are the Greatest
Or White Man's the Devil
And then I see the Shovels
In the hands of the mans that look just like me
Slangin Cracks and Blows so the great babies can eat?!
And we don't even speak
when Pookie smoke Tyrone
And scream holy hell when the Pigs choke out Terrell
We get Jealous when Roeshell start moving on up
Didn't give a fuck when she was stuck in the Crack House with Chuck
We put rims and shit
on silly as cars
Rolling around the city blocks trying to escape the scars
And psychotic damage
held over from slavery
Thinking it bravery
shooting 9 year olds
This same story's been told in every 'hood's dialect
Still we neglect
to inspect the aspects of dereliction
Our Crucifixion
is us Crossing
each other
Between two Thieves:
Heartless and Motherfucker
Oh, you waiting for the Judgment of The Big Nukka in the Sky?
You better off eating Patti's Sweet Potato Pie
Sweep your Vision bye and bye
And then we die
Slaves weeping at your funeral
While the Great Babies ask
Why?