Black Chameleon
When I open the history books and hit the ground running.
my boots quake in fear as I race across the verses.
Doomed are the people not rooted in the past, once the rot sets in, originality goes to the gallows.
I wonder when did the west become a crystal ball, a little of pac's life to spice up your life and the local taste is trash.
Wisemen once said beauty is in the sense(s) of the beholder, but all I see is beauty is from the west.
Who wants the local wear anymore when you can dress up like kanye west.
Who wants to dance to the local drum when drake beats hits the waves.
Who wants to look black anymore like icarus who flew too close to the sun when you can breach.
Hell everyone is hitting the saloon to cocoon their hides in acids until they are light.
If it looks like a duck and dress like a duck, quacks like a duck it's a shame the is white.
Copyright © Harrison Khando | Year Posted 2018
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