Pulling Your Chain

by J. Griot

I know I'm not the best, 
And respect goes to the rest
But I'm also not worst
Because I pass most any test
I must confess, 
I'm confident;
My arguement is sound
They're using white supremacy 
To keep my people down
In a world gone mad,
Where craziness is common,
Your strings are getting pulled
And you ask if there's a probelm?
Sho' you right!
Mis-Education flowing like a faucet
You memorized some lies
And you're happy you were taught it
Is that equality?
Because no one's taught the Truth
We all are different fruits
But we all are getting juiced
Like sour grapes,
Now your mind's intoxicated
Swearing you have culture 
Just because your hair is braided,
Or faded,
With a nappy afro on the top
But are you dropping science,
Or is science what you dropped?
You went pop;
This is pow;
It hits you like a punch
Recite this at the table
Have some knowledge with your lunch
It used to be a noose
With the strings around your neck;
Today you say you're free,
But see, 
A puppet stays in check
Even Pinocchio became a real boy
But you're not a real man 
If they play you like a toy

Pulling Your Chain by J. Griot

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