HOUSE NEGROES.

HOUSE NEGROES.

Hey yow house negroes,

Yo go fat dying weak cause of your own fuckin ego,

Live in the pale moon light,

breach ya skin to be the same as whites,

Yet! your mind is still out of sight,

Lynching your own brothers to get thumb up from your masters,

I aint mad atcha, cause I dig that your nothing but a damn bootie scratcha

My mind is old my flow is new,

Im teaching you a fake ass white gnu

by hitting your damn head it might be a first clue,

Phony smile even when your masters takes deep breathe,

always acts white, hardworking by counting rice,

With your white lies while my truth you call it black lies,

I give you a coup take it before you preparing your master’s soup

Fist comes first, we all in plantation get on the line get yourself A meditation,

Wrap it up implementation of high treason,

You might be seen a traitor for your master but a hero of as black knight,

enlight the others who are outsight

down for whatever take a torch and  spread the black light,

Acknowledge ourselves cause we bright as Moors,

God can change me if what I say cant cured ,

Yow !! Yow!! Yow!! Hold up

Im talking to you house negroes,

stop doing what you do which empowered by your ego,

Corrupted mind by your masters whom hates field negroes,

Yet he hates you too cause you are more than fool though he keep it cool,

Wake up! Cant you feel you fed up, till when you will ruin my treason by your gossipi’shits set up??

Brothers we are tired of that shit,

we dearly want you to stop disturbing the peace,

We are better than one, stop being A white man Clown,

Get it done, toxic the prawn killin your master that is the easiest master plan,

Get off your shackles on the side of my neck,

Only you need is a new mind set.

Im not mad’atcha House Negroes.

(.c.)Kyomushula.

"There was two kind of slaves. There was the house negro and the field negro. The house negro, they lived in the house, with master. They
dressed pretty good. They ate good, cause they ate his food, what he left.
They lived in the attic or the basement, but still they lived near their
master, and they loved their master, more than their master loved
himself.’’

-Malcom X