black rage

by Drew Costley

words are like women to me

i'm not married to em these days

It's all the rage
People want to be black
But they missed the step
Where they learned the facts
Not in a platonic sense
Where truth is obscure
And facts get a rinse
I'm talking about the pure
Dirty scars scabbed over
Mud packed huts knocked over
For mixed minerals
Brick by brick you think you slick
Military homes in Shaw get flipped
Put it on TV but what about DC
Families whose roots have been transplanted
Transatlantic do you understand it?
If you do then you get my rage
Rumbles in my sleep
As the lion turns in his grave
Awake in his rest
From them getting the best
Of this black rage
Spinning it to chaotic stages
Then trying to build it up
With sandy pages and trap door cages
Blind mice running around for ages
Lab rats without hazmats
Say drink this and pass that
Without checking the label
About how this renders you lifeless
Unstable
The price of no fables
Is equal to or greater than my black rage