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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hey bruh, haven’t you heard, ain’t you read the news? The White House is gonna eradicate the fear infested inner city blues That Trump fella says, he’s got his poison pen ready to use He says black folks got nothing going for ‘em, so what have they got to lose He’s gonna give us Booker T. promises with every tool He said he’s gonna make America great again, just like it was in the history books you read back in school Now, bruh, ain’t that patriotic cool! Yeah, if you say so Then why do you have such a sad face, like your best friend just died Well, I hate to tell you, bro ... those broken arrow words ain’t nothing but a lie How so, bruh? Every time white folks get to talking ‘bout making America great again, The only thing I wanna know, is what time do they wanna put us back in? Do they wanna go back to the time when crack cocaine first came and flooded every inner city neighborhood Never in my life have I seen such addictive pain As far as I know, poor people don’t own no boats, trains or planes So how all them drugs got into the ghetto in the first place sure is strange The White House wasn’t too concerned about the borders back then, all those cracks in the levee split opening No sir, they let all that CONTRAband come flowing in If America was great back then, I might as well load up on some cancer sticks and start party puffing Although, them sho’ was some good times for dying Yeah bruh, I see your point-of-view, and I’ll raise you ... Me will turn the clock back another notch or two Legal segregation was the law of the land, America was a great Grand Canyon nation Such a wide divide, yet everybody color’s the same coming out the backside Jim Crow strange fruit growing on the weeping willows, it seems though, America was selling a lot of Model T vehicles Them times were great for us blacks, if you looked the other way to ignore, terrorizing Klu Klux Klan mobs busting down our doors Pillaging and stealing everything we got, but you know how Rosewood criminal we be us blacks You’re on point, bro, I must agree We the kinda people that always want something for free Which reminds me of the real good old times — How in the world can we ever forget about slavery Honorable Gen. Robert E. Lee, he was willing to fight and die for us, to make sure we never go beggarly free Man, America was so great back then, makes a brotha and sista wanna shuck and grin And sing some milk and honey Negro spirituals, 'bout how good that pie in the sky taste Although pig guts was all we ever ate ... man, pass that plate Somebody’s out of their cotton-picking mind, if they try to tell you our masters wasn’t treating us great Make America great again ... lots of plenty good fun times But, ain’t gluttony a sin? Excellent verbal volley for sure, bruh But let’s skip right to the very end Why ain’t America great no more, I’m wondering Let’s do a rewind to the time back when the country needed many more citizens Y’know, when America was welcoming everybody in She said this liberty party was gonna be great Restock the barrels of rum in the ship’s galley, unload the packed black sardines in the cargo hold below The paid merchant sailors all looked so happy, coming to America was much good news to toast, well, at least for most Touche, bro ... Who wouldn’t wanna relive them good times, America being great again But us sons and daughters of slaves, we got a different feeling I still believe somebody’s lying, just trying to trick us once more, my friend Terminate the inner city blues, ain’t that liberal bleeding heart news? Amen, bruh ... it almost had me teary-eyed crying, but ain’t no White House spokesperson doing any denying Didn’t hear no right-wing conservatives doing any whining So maybe they know something we don’t know that ain’t so great Maybe they know what’s the switch behind the bait, I would like to believe the news I heard wasn’t fake True, true, bro ... But erasing the inner city blues is just a feel-good fairytale, it’s a bedtime story that you like to tell little children to ease their innocent mind Unfortunately, I gotta go to the nuclear plant right now, and work some more double shift overtime
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