America (n) first
like black first
like cliche
once we were lost
and now we've found
ourselves stewing
the pot of history
we make it
today
pun the prince
who died this year
the real prince is here
to watch over the prize
gloomy sunday
our time has come
rejoice, hark the herald
angels sing, glory
glory, glory, glory, glory.......
(we've won goddamit we've one)
the prince is here
son of the king
for the Sellout
back to back black
prize
the empire knows
a good book
shake the tree
look
something beautiful
falls out
a pig's snout
a roundabout
keep your eyes on it
it flickers in an out
like shadows
in a scope
dope shit
we right
I mean we write
and Merry Christmas to all
and to all a good night

footnote

black lives matter
in the streets
they don't pun
kill a nigger just for fun
it's language, strange
strangulation, Freddie
Gray, we'lll have our day
it's already here
can't even say
we ain't done this well
in years
he's the first
American African American

footnote 2

you've been rejected
and perfected
pushed down
and raised up
you've been buck
and lost and found
you've been high
(too high, illegal)
and low, blues guitar,
heavy weighted solo
you've been sin
and now you ain't
one dark drop
in a bucket
of white paint


footnote 3

old school
Newyorican
how far you've come
then it was hip-hop
and ingenuity,
then it was drum
now we say
I knew you when
whisper wind......
Sekou Sudiata told me first
about that spot ......
where he at
where my dogs at

I think not