Black Queens

Black Queens
It’s shameful how words can be twisted, forgot. To where we dis and lay each other out with words, only to become lost in this world. Which bring use to the subject with such misplacement. Problems stacking higher than the stacks we once wish we had. In homes we don’t own lay weight in doorways our women so tore apart by words. Formulation by lackers the grand holder to some uneducated system we once seek to destroy
Black queens only knowing what we teach them. Stuck in a sickness that would seem to be incurable. Left to hail a white god in this ghetto hell. Waking up to an life were never livable in the madness, found to be damned
You see it’s rather simply how the story always and surely play out. Where we find too many time sister, Black Queens falling to beliefs and hopes. Becoming a believer of some forever outer. So lost in the words, to found in surprise pumped up with a child, to what would seem an surprise is not the factor. Seen so much, a nigga taking flight out an open door on a run to a fast life, bright lights only to be cupped up, fucked up with you setting back like a damn mass. Multiply baby daddy’s lost to the streets. Only to remembering what that nigga said.
(bitch you isn’t shit. Stay opening your legs. Don’t no body want a hoe like you.)
Black queens only knowing what we teach them. Stuck in a sickness that would seem to be incurable. Left to hail a white god in this ghetto hell. Waking up to a life were never livable in the madness, found to be damned.
What can be said to a black queen trying to hold on to her teaching. Black queens of a resistance to what once an useable battle. That rain unclear now clear, battle cries scream out as the heat rise though her voice. No! This not that wild crazy shit you come to hear and know. This that nigga get ya’ ass up, clear get, damn feed the kids, get a job type shit. For as to be said for the queens in the ghetto where a life unlivable is watching former kings fall from thrones. No! need to blast off cause lets be real though bills not being paid, kids are hungry, and yes baby the house not as clear as it should be, to quick to blast well you gone be really doing shit on your own. Only remembering his words of degradment.  
Black queens only knowing what we teach them. Stuck in a sickness that would seem to be incurable. Left to hail a white god in this ghetto hell. Waking up to a life were never livable in the madness, found to be damned.
Though I could say it’s a shame to a surprise you see that what lies do. The true is the factor of today. Young ladies so fast to run off with words rather than stay and listen to their history. Top market lines over n over. (I’m the hardest bitch/hoe) Then let me greed thy. What up bitch. Hoe how you doing.  Like always quick to dub yourself an title with understand were given you reject.