Hopium

[6ix-4our]

It’s that good shit !
That Iraqi shit , it’s that Afghani shit ,
That Patriotic shit , It’s that China shit , that you can only get

When yo’ mind frequents that White House town
Like a slave restrained from D.C bound
I thought you knew that I get my Blue
from the Magic of Mr. President Nino Brown
Consumed by the set aside & their taxpayer’s pride
One hit of that charismatic shit
will have your critical thinking fried !

He’s selling Black Folk Ki’s of Allen keyes
While the Afrikan Diaspora is on it’s knees
& wants us to join in his 33 degrees of Nigga please !
At least that’s what them junkies said
When I told them to stop listening that
Pied Piper’s flute music serenading in their heads
But instead , the barbiturate constituents
grew silent , as his oratory took them to a place
Of strychnine laced Pinocchio theories
& by this time the volume was on ten
So you know they wasn’t trying to hear me

Warn of a pimp walk that pimp talks
With his pimp hand soon to follow
& while you nose toot , some black boots
Will be kicking your door down tomorrow !
Now comatose from your overdose
I feel like it is to late for me to mention
That your junky disease
Called the Booker T’s
Is in an urgent need of intervention !