That Life

The strong and the hopeless are screaming. Getting strewn out by harassment by the season. I hate cops and the new president because of solid reason. Legalized prostitution's got prostitutes raped by the cops. Gays molest these little dudes in taverns every night, they never stop. Imagine getting hit by 'muti' lightning as you try reaching the top. A sandal- weary life we live in pride because we like the complement of flops. You want to Jub- Jub your Mini- Coopers in our kasies, killing our kids. Or Metro police our teenagers in African influence to sell sex vids. We're not even passive to the trauma that your life can bring. Let's strangle out a note from the fat lady and make the thin woman sing. You need to try trampling me down because you know that God has made me king. If you mess with me, I'll appoint a thousand gays who'll clap you till you're dead. I don't need to be a Raggamuffin Rastafarian to know that these words are giving you dread. Pope, lif up uunu hands fi stop abuse, nuh lif dem up fi touch likkle pickney. You die from AIDS and all of a sudden,muti is made out of your kidney.