You Ain'T
Absolute Truth
You ain't got it, you ain't got it
you think I am your kin.
God, why'd you have to judge me by the colour of my skin.
You ain't got it, you ain't got it
I'm not the same as you,
there's more to my persona than a coffee coloured hue.
Take the time, for once just listen
to the words that past my lips,
Close your eyes, shut your mouth; no more premeditated quips.
You tell me what I'm thinking, you tell me what to do, but shut it boy I'm not listening,
coz I'm not the same as you.
I don't want to hear you holla,
I don't want to hear you talk.
You need to change your mindset this ain't 1954.
Misogeny is outdated, Women got the vote.
No more blinged up candy, so you can sit around and gloat.
Coz you ain't no gangster rapper, whatever's on your mind,
You're a self fulfilling proficy who isn't colourblind.
If you want gain respect, treat others with it too,
then in return you'll get it back and maybe they'll love you.
But, if I'm really honest you ain't got it, no you ain't .
The truth may hurt you feelings,
Though it's other lives you taint.
20th June 2018
Copyright © Tricia Lucas-Clarke | Year Posted 2018
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