Yall wonder why we ballers?

All us so tall
That’s cause they auctioned off us
Let the small ones falter.
Bred us like hogs
Inbred like dogs
So yeah bread
That’ll make you go off.
Can you blame he whose seen scenes
Mama traded on the block
To a strange light man
For half the price of an ox.
Another Anglo Saxed his pops
But first stripped him down
Past his socks
So he could marvel at his muscles and his cock.
His parents never divorced
But their marriage is on the rocks
And he never ever drunk before
But now he’s taking shots.
I never been a slave before
Neither was my pops
But be-four score the civil war
My late great grandpa’s pops
Had a master who called him bastard
Ass backwards he lived his present in past(ure).
Now they done took the boy out the field
But he aint a house-n*gga
He’s a home-boy.
Still to this day
When I yessuh to o’fay
It takes me back to those days.
Abused with tools, sticks and whips
Till we purpled and dripped
Bruised blood, swollen lips can’t spit.
Least I not forget, the poison lips
The racial slurs might spur this jackass to kick.
Called me every name under the sun
Then called me “son”
Cause back down the hallway he was getting some
From my moms.
She’s a pawn on his chessboard
She just his flesh whore
Only good for one knight
Then he’s just bored.
Till the black queens’ breast bore him a son
And had everybody on the plantation wondering
“What kinda n*gga he was
Light skin, light eyes, where he get that from?
He been inside since day one.
Riding ’round all passive with massah
Like they father and son
Nose up, looking down like he aint one
Of us.
You better get on the bus
And sit in the back with blacks
They called him dad’s brother Tom
He called ‘em jiggaboo lads.

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