Fanon's Ghost

I did the dirty work and kindly cut my piece first
 Called in sick, still showed up on time, I'm the worst
 We don't even have to argue I'm checked out inert
 My lawyer argued I gave the green away like Starburst
 Chapter and verse
 The Devil quote, better than the pastor at your church
 Jungle Fever as you know curses thirst
 The bottomless hole
 Down bottom, you gotta let some things go
 You better know
 I listen to their stories and hear what wasn't told
 Tap to the side of the nose
 Word to the wise
 Don't do, nothing with them guys
 Refuse the second cuppa like 'Oh my, look at the time'
 Crackling fire to keep his wit dry
 Dour in the English countryside
 Whip like horse and buggy
 Buddy, it ain't no free ride
 Paul Kagame, fake nice guy
 The type of White people like
 But Negroes like 'Bredrin it not worth your life'
 Hit dog holla, but will it bite?
 White Supremacist living in squalor but ranting 'bout Kikes on The Internet
 He pressed 'Like'
 Don't worry, it's just a meme
 It's a just a meme
 My hands clean
 Say, "Oh, ha," say, "Oh, ha," say, "Oh, ha" (it's just a meme)
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 Say, "Oh, ha" (ya)
 It was already stolen when I stole it
 I'm on the pavement corner waiting for old white men to die
 Time served
 Private collides
 But we can't fuck our way to liberation
 Age of awakening
 A mass conscious manipulation
 Humanity's an Anunnaki computer simulation
 This virus can't be contained
 All that remains
 Mix a couple pints of Lean in the quarantine
 God speed, blood thick
 Came from the mud with it
 My philosophy, half 'Come swallow me'
 Half recognizing the toxic ideology I was born into
 All my skin folk ain't my kin folk
 Kicked out the window to my soul
 I feel destructive
 Dearly my beloved
 Self-Immolation
 You hear me now
 60 Hertz hum
 Gears of War
 Grind them down, killing sound
 Throw that ass in a circle
 Sprinkling Hash with the Purple
 One thing is for certain
 All prophets have come and gone
 Nothing ever really dies, the light only change form
 Murder more, murder more, murder more
 Writer of the storm
 At war with the mystic
 Horn in the distance
 They don't read enough poetry to flow with me
 Brethren, sistren and gender-fuck
 No weapon formed to hinder us
 Freedom not given but deliberately engineered
 No mystery hidden, it's all in the clear
 Worse for the wear
 Light burst from a flare
 Impenetrable black
 They scared to say it