I tell you brother's and sister's. I am coming across some hidden arts of work as far as poetry goes.
Didn't someone once say that all's fair in love and war?
If it really is fair then what is all the whining for?
Others try to take away the rights that we have earned,
just because we shared with them, will we ever learn?
The battles that were fought ,to help us to be free
became wasted blood upon the ground ,
when they let blacks in the school with me.
Our education suffered to try to please the coon
but how can anyone teach a raging mad baboon?
Some that share my color skin helped to ruin our schools.
They were told what would happen but they were sappy fools.
The bucks only study fighting or messing with white girls
The females work on their nails or straightening out their curls.
Children of the white man have to learn at home
because the loud negro will not leave them alone.
Then they cry that the test are all racially bias,
they keep on wanting more, more, more.
Man ,they really try us.
They want to have good grades, handed out like welfare,
so that they can play ball and never have a care.
Then when little Deshaun can not read nor write,
who do they blame it on? Did you guess it, white?
