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"Racial Profiling"
This may come off racist or full of hate
I was raised not to date anyone outside of my race
Never had a taste for Caucasians
I look at sisters with their kids and say
“That’s a fine young white man you’re raising”
Master use to rape you and change your identity
For me, I don’t mingle or sleep with the enemy
They say blacker the berry, sweeter the juice
I would never know because I don’t think those bitches cute
Just because that I’m light
I don’t think I’m better because I stand out at night
We all have a type
Milk chocolate over dark chocolate, black over white
I pass up salad and water females for those who can eat a 3 course meal and wash it all down with a vodka and sprite
I’m pushing the envelope
I don’t like watermelon size boobs
Where are the ladies with those cantaloupes?
Who’ll let you suck the poison and then let you eat the antidote?
Who like to be tied up but you can’t use handcuffs or a rope
We’re hood so we use shoe strings or a tie
They don’t like to be choked
It’s something in their DNA they just don’t like
You can attempt it but I think it will end up in a fight
I’m quite sure she’ll say
“N*****, you must think I’m white.”
I was raised not to date anyone outside of my race
Never had a taste for Caucasians
I look at sisters with their kids and say
“That’s a fine young white man you’re raising”
Master use to rape you and change your identity
For me, I don’t mingle or sleep with the enemy
They say blacker the berry, sweeter the juice
I would never know because I don’t think those bitches cute
Just because that I’m light
I don’t think I’m better because I stand out at night
We all have a type
Milk chocolate over dark chocolate, black over white
I pass up salad and water females for those who can eat a 3 course meal and wash it all down with a vodka and sprite
I’m pushing the envelope
I don’t like watermelon size boobs
Where are the ladies with those cantaloupes?
Who’ll let you suck the poison and then let you eat the antidote?
Who like to be tied up but you can’t use handcuffs or a rope
We’re hood so we use shoe strings or a tie
They don’t like to be choked
It’s something in their DNA they just don’t like
You can attempt it but I think it will end up in a fight
I’m quite sure she’ll say
“N*****, you must think I’m white.”
Published 4th Mar 2013
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13th Mar 2013 00:03am
Honest crit, eh?
This work- it is as if one has many related things in one place. They are related but their joining is not seamless.
The last line in a piece is often referred to as 'the nailer' (when it hits).
You have a nailer here.
If the previous lines were smoothly connected this work would stand well.
Oh, and the title is a good draw.
A little panderish but it escapes cliche due to the body's content.
This work- it is as if one has many related things in one place. They are related but their joining is not seamless.
The last line in a piece is often referred to as 'the nailer' (when it hits).
You have a nailer here.
If the previous lines were smoothly connected this work would stand well.
Oh, and the title is a good draw.
A little panderish but it escapes cliche due to the body's content.
