Caution fi di Nigg-Whores - Silence Broken

[CaribChild]

The Silence is over
I must now speak

Holding my words
For fear

Of someone losing yet another life
If I would have reacted first

Buried deep inside a body
You would find my bloody knife

Holding my words
For reciprocity

A rusted tool, we've forgotten what it's for
My eyes were open long ago

The ghetto is breeding bare predators
for real, dutty nigg-whores

Malnutrition, poverty, exposure
to violence from the womb
What's more than that ...
His mother was riding that white-girl when he was conceived
Fertalized by a nigg-whore who just got finished smoking a laced bone
He was born inside a tomb

Holding my words
for restraint

Dutty, dutty nigg-whore
The type you just can't reason with
They lower than the 85th
If they cross your path
Don't say nothing
Shoot first and end it