COON

 
Racism will be around
Like the line from the dust pan
Swept under the rug
Placing the task on the next man

Still fighting the power
Throwing hands at the system
Continue swingin at an “enemy”
Who’s always duckin and missin’

Where is the target?
I think it’s under our noses
The stench of our own nature
Disguised beautifully by the roses

Maybe we forgot
Who created it all...
If you don’t think it’s God
Think about the fall...


.redSon