It is what it is so say so many,
a cover, a blanket for our lost.
Mere children of the squandered
hearts next door. Next door
can be eternity, devastation of innocence.
Guns in drawers just for fear,
maybe kill a bigga nigga. Red necks
worry in their sleep and fishing boats.
Aint no secret tho, your neighbor’s a ho.
Aint no secret our potentate’s a ho.
His ass ass smellin’ up the pews
His god smellin’ up our world with a fuse
lit and ready to kill them bigga niggas.