“Am I Allowed”
“Am I Allowed”
This lady walked pass me in Manhattan on a street that not too many ppl were clit-clatting… and grabbed her purse
At first… Yeah I was hurt
Then… the anger kicked in because I simultaneously realized what made her comfort divert
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Shut up white boy!
Mannn, cops pulled up on me and I was in some B’Ball shorts
Not just any ol’ cops, these were D’z… not that local B’Boy force
Next to me, as I was walking pass, was a vehicle stripped to the tee that was clearly not mine
Long story short I saw the cop pull from his waist… wrapped with metal tape… around the handle said it was mine
and if the car comes back stolen then they’ll pin me for grand theft and the glock nine
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Shut up white boy!
We need to come together and kill all that blue and red
…those be the same colors in the rear view behind yo head
But nahhh …you blue… and you red
…cop says…
…”both you black so both you dead!”
We need to organize
SHUT …UP …WHITE BOY!
See this is the thing!
Y’all side eye me… because my lighter mel-la-neen
… when we really on the same team!
Why the fuck I gotta fight my own people to fight with my own people?!
MY NIGGAH?! If they shoot you they shoot me too! If they shoot me they shoot you too!
You think I had an easy life just because my lighter pigment?!
MY NIGGA?? No… WE ARE NEGUS (as in Kings) …And my Black is just a lil different!”
—Cal
