The sounds of my people are headed the wrong way,
Due...West, Kanye.
They say,
They slay,
And move metric tons of Ya,
And our kids play,
music talking about gun play.
If this Kat Stacks,
then I'm yelling “JENGA!!!”
Our people have drunk the lyrical Kool-aid,
Home-made,
Made home and how we got here into memory fade...
Playwrights write of how we've live played,
Looking forward to “Madea go(es) to Hell.”
The end...role credits...Connery by BET...Black Hole Power.
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