You gonna make me call my nana on you
And all my aunties too
Make me ask them to come and sit with me
So we can meditate on how to manage you
We did it before, fixin to do it again
And this time it won’t end with just you suffering
Make me call her name
every which way to Sunday
Ask her to fill my gut with the agony
Of losing another son to your fear mongering
And hatred.
You already believe I’m magical
I know you do
cause you have campaigned
An actual system
To misdirect, and distract
So that my connection to my ancestors
Is whacked and naked and closed.
Everybody knows
if we sit down to discuss
all the mess you made
And we fuss
That a plan will be hatched,
and it will
Most certainly
be attached to your well Being
Seeing is you don’t have any issue
Snatching stuff that belongs to us
Just trust that your undoing
Will not be the ruin of anything
But the system
Pissed'em off is what u’ve done
I’m gonna tell my nana on you
You might as well start running now
Cause when she get’s here
It’s gonna be final, and freeing and loud.
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