Your sterotypes are almost correct,
Though not quite precise
Let me tell you about Fried Chicken,
Because it takes more to get it right.
You need salt and pepper
Lauryes is what I choose.
Then you need the Red Kool-Aid to wash away those
hot summer day blues.
Soul Food nights with my family are always the best
When we have that Fried Catfish and Greens
We have that cornbread on the side
So please, stop baking all my fish…
You know I like it fried.
Ice cold if you please
Red rivers flow from the side of my mouth
And my skin blends it in.
will always be exposed during the summer.
I love the heat
And the ghetto?
I know I’m from the ghetto,
My street name was a number.
I’ve made a lot of friends who came and went,
Bus stops with bums asking for two cents.
Street corner hustlers, bloods and crips, guns, and hoochie mammas.
Don’t get me wrong,
Everybody aint rich…
Matter of fact
I moved up like the Jefferson’s
And down like Good Times.
And because my laughter fills the air
I GOT TO GET LOUD SO YOU CAN CLEARLY HEAR
Ha, Ha, Ha
GIRL you’re so funny.
Let me tell you something Honey
This is the way my family gets down,
We don’t sit around at a table quietly looking down..
We laugh LOUD,
We talk to each other.
It’s soulful and
United with my mother and my brothers
I have to work my ass off for everyone to know
Just because we are from the ghetto don’t mean we can’t make it.
Yeah we might have no show fathers and baby mamma drama
Niggas killing niggas
But the struggle is real
And shit happens.
Nobody is asking what your race is lacking.
I love the skin that I’m in.