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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Light minded people say I’m an uppity darkie They color me bad, with a black face, felt pen Sharpie Vanilla voices downright don’t like the audio sounds of this mouthy darkie They say I’m way too uppity, don’t know what my proper place be Snow cone hats say they gon have to teach me, there's a painful cost for thinking free They wanna call the fascist calvary and give me some old-fashioned triple Kord rope justice, by them good ole boys neo-Nazi vigilantes They say my strait Nazarene speech borders on treason, that it needs to be muzzled But I’ve always given king Pharaoh Caesar his required slave taxes — His printed paperweight metallic tribute ... so what’s the dispute? My Herodian enemies want so bad to reach into their torture trick bag, and gag my mouth with a gasoline soaked rag Then lie in wait for my muffled words to set that tri-colored cloth on fire Red cheek coconut meat, dressed in blue uniforms pressed neat, wanna beat, kick, pound some patriotic sense into me Giving thinly veiled warnings: saying ship that ghetto talk back to Africa Carting rice-colored evil thoughts that are Balaam Iscariot store bought Walking weeds in the Goshen grassroots, wearing bloodstained slaughterhouse coats, got indigo disdain for this uppity darkie They wanna sell some strange rotting fruit hanging from a tree Hating me because I stood up in the open free market place And declared with Lion of Judah boldness, they were selling the people rancid red meat lies wrapped in waxy white packages And giving State-Don’t-Care samples away of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer bottles of hate I ain’t nothing but a pseudo-smart, intellectual wannabe It’s what my rabbit ears detractors say ... yeah, that’s how they regard me As just another trouble making uppity darkie
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