Thirsty..
You’d sell your soul for a dollar
Trade in your morals for a glass of Hennessey
And like Marvin it makes me wanna holler
Watchin you tap-dance for the masses…the industry
Somebody should have schooled you in class…
Excrement masquerading as art
May buy you a temporary pass
But shyt does not last forever, and your azz
Merely becomes fertilizer to feed
What grows organically-food for the real creative trees
Caught up, bought up, but not up… to par
It was all for naught and yes that naught is you
Unaccounted on the census as a bastard of
Even so, your adoption is clear
Dignity should runneth over from the brew you been sippin from
But you piss golden showers like R. Kelly on underage futures I don't wanna fathom
Elevation got lost in a sea of on demand coonery
The buffoonery will eventually evaporate
But Like the the price of real estate, your lackluster lack of ideals
Shall become the foundation beneath the soles of integrity
Stuck like gum to the heels-
Plummeting with every single breath you take
And every poor choice you make. Cause the choice was yours
An imposter you became…a muthafuckin fake
So Dance nigga dance…prance nigga prance
And don’t forget your pearls and blackface-
As you set back the entire race
500 years….plus
In exchange for a pocketful of small silver lined with puss
And a handful of tainted gold…
So thirsty… so very thirsty you are
But I ask you..What will make you whole?
I know your sac is somewhere dripping the manhood you left behind once
the auction block you had a helping hand to step on
looked too enticing to refuse;
A Fuse you lit with every Savion gloved move you took
Feel that burn in your throat...? Sure you do.
And love it!
Chug down the welcomed pain when thirsty enough...those
Kamikaze karma bullets you shoot from ya tongue and ya gun
are good for your "Rep" ain't they...?
There is a Johnson Chugging reality check birthed by you
That you need to come to terms with,
Just like your dick,
You stick your pride in the wrong hole
Be ready to come back with S.T.D.’s to add to those “D’s” you rolling on.
Congratulations Thirsty Sambo.
The hood continues to die slow from your bad drinking habits.
Epiphany Castro
Honest Abe
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