Offensive Rebellion

Whitey trembles in fear from the words I said
My heat toasts crackers just like white bread
I don't give a damn what these devils think
These crackers so scared they start to stink
We run up on devils with guns and knives
Even in the presence of their kids and wives
It's a new day with the rise of the sun
As thou has done, so shall it be done
Like Santa, whitey learned that this is not a game
When those gats on their ass had started to flame
Now crackers are paid back for "lynching the niggers"
The strap in their faces I just pulled the trigger
Now whitey's all offended by these potent words
Giving crackers probation when caught with them birds
These racist devils designed this whole system
Whenever we rebel they claim to be the victims.

Aquil Aziz
Copyright 2008