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My grand child asked me, said

"My Uncle Woochie, their about to March because the cops robbed the pimp and sabotage the prostitutes. Come, don't you believe Black Lives Matter? "

Ooooooh Woochie

Slim chance they reflected

Woochie

The questions ain't getting answered

Woochie.

You say, what?

Black Lives Matter

But through white lies and chatter

And social media debates,

Self hate's still in the batter

So, pancakes boxes need not feature Aunt Jemima

Slants on the drama

provides for bleak tomorrows

You full of sorrow and wailing for France or Ukrainians

only dance

The Nae-Nae when Bae-Bae's kids get busted wigs,

Now dig, buster

North Minneapolis pigs at it again

Since when some rabble rousing meant shit to The Beast?

Better cease and desist, get bullshit out your midst

The Marching and Singing and Praying is really childish

Now, when I was a child I thought like a child

And for all my buck Wildin' penitentiary resulted

But the God ain't exhausted, halted or flabbergasted

I educate, fuck a debate

I get your ass out the Caskets....

Ohhhhhh Woochie

Slim chance they reflected

Woochie

The questions just getting answered

Woochie