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Khalil And Jenna Rae

         
Vrooom, vrooom        
         
like a sonic boom        
murdered out, slammed down        
the atmosphere being serenaded by a sound        
if truth be told        
resembles an overworked sphincter muscle        
out of control...........turned up past 11  
         
flashin' bling......ride or die        
Khalil and Jenna Rae will certainly catch your eye        
         
Wannabee Rasta, Dredlakkah        
hair thick and real        
still an imposta'        
heart of a buffalo soldier ?        
damn, little bruh....somebody should have told ya'        
         
(…..ridin' 'round with Sista' Soulja )        
         
Jenna Rae, attitude for days        
Alabaster skin, void of all sun rays        
back and forth, jerking her neck        
green-eyed soul sista        
reppin' and demanding respect        
         
         
Never ever seen the “hood”        
don't know the struggle...don't know the strife        
Wannabe Gangsta'        
Two surburban wanksta's        
livin' the life        
         
…..of an Amerikkan Wigger        
         
“Khalil my boo”        
got dat “big dick”        
he know  how to make that shit        
do what it do....fo' real        
         
Keepin' my shine on        
Gold Chains, diamond....bling bling        
got me thinking....        
…..maybe, I wanna' have his babies        
mutha' fukkin' queens and kings"
       
       
Khalil, now he got his hustle        
Streets know him as Lil' "B" Muscle        
Bruh known to be packin' heat        
Got the gak hid up under the seat........brrrrrappp, brrrrrapppp        
       
his moms was a single mother        
always did the best for him        
his little sis and little brother        
         
Brother got a "beautiful mind"        
a genius with pen and numbers        
“mom, that shit is boring.....        
rather run the streets        
stuntin' the D.T. Undercover”        
         
…...and his momma' cries        
         
Jenna Rae, she's his ride or die        
Holdin' him down, or at least she tries        
the Honda rolls off into the night       
against the backdrop      
of these mean streets....        
         
….Oh and by the way        
Khalil got 4 other kids that got to eat        
         
Jenna Rae just smiles........and I cry        
         
I've never been an “intentional racist”        
That's not my contention        
Love has no color........truth        
and not to mention        
         
the fact that a lot of good, brave people        
of all colors fought and died        
so that we could embrace life to the fullest        
to live in this brave new world, to thrive...        
         
…...to survive        
         
That's not my beef with Khalil and Jenna Rae        
I struggle with the nothingness in their existence        
each and everyday        
         
Life is difficult at best, but doors are still open        
I may be jaded but it is still my hope        
that young men and women still aspire        
to reach their highest dream        
         
To strive for greatness and not be content        
to perpetuate, to live inside this B-movie scene        
         
….foreva and eva        
til' the end.  That's the biggest problem I have        
with Khalil and Jen        
for me, ain't never been about what they look like        
whether or not he's black        
whether or not she's white        
         
….....just keep it real        
be who you are        
The world is filled to capacity        
with "new world order ghetto superstars"        
         
Rather you be Kanye and Kim        
or Will and Jada........        
         
…..finding benevolence in your exploits        
helping your fellow man        
and still “making your paper”        
         
Be a “John Legend” in your own mind        
Be an Angelina Jolie........save a nation        
be a help to all mankind.        
         
Be like George and Melody        
never too old to dream        
blazing a trail across a grim landscape        
"May The Force Be With You"        
Hail to the latest, greatest "King And Queen"        
         
It's not so much about........        
         
….your hair        
your color        
your religion        
nor your lifestyle        
         
simply the way you        
do what you do, how you livin'        
the way you handle the opportunities        
and blessings the creator has given.....        
         
…..you        
         
Time to stop this most heinous of crimes        
perpetuating the evils of self-prejudice in your own mind......        
         
.........and creating mindless, meaningless stereotypes        
of the worst kind        
         
for the rest of the world to see        
We sell this bullshit as a reflection        
of who we are.......you and me        
         
The reality of it all......        
         
......it simply just don't have to be
Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
Published | Edited 8th Nov 2013
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