Natural Selection (2018)

There is beauty in the struggle,

Which is why I love you,

There is beauty in the struggle,

Which is why I love you…

We are more than just another couple,

And when confronted by a racism not so subtle,

We cuddled in our faith like heaven above you,

Thought out strategies of protest and insurrection,

You fondled my erection,

Way before our life long connection,

That’s the trouble with specimens,

Way too curious before the question,

Dark-skinned progressions became obsessions,

We relaxed too long,

And got caught up in another session of madness,

When we were strung up,

While breeders of hate ate bread and molasses,

Our fate was tragic,

But conquering those hordes of savages

Led me to your Black girl magic,

Our self-esteem always kept us in fashion,

Dreamy how we added more caramel

To the beauty pageants,

Shameless semi-automatics,

As our kinfolk sold hard white rabbits

To the drug addicts,

What a crippling habit,

Scores have made millions off the token tablets,

Some were walking prisons living lavish,

The media established a sick fascination with race relations,

But with pro-Black,

My honey dip grew impatient,

Enough about the Black fist,

She wanted to suck on my Black…

Is immaculate,

Custom fit to hit it from the back

Real quick,

Wetter than seal shit,

Our oppressors are real slick,

With mental slave whips thicker than Bisquick,

As coonish cartoons sellout many pavilions,

Despicable what these carnal chameleons

Are teaching our children,

But still,

There is beauty in the struggle,

Which is why I love you,

There is beauty in the struggle,

Which is why I love you…

They sent my heroes to early graves,

His headstone read,

“The good news of freedom is bad news

To the ones who are comfortable being slaves,”

I was an outsider,

But you showed me how to be a freedom fighter,

So much passion every time you let me inside you,

You turned my fears into peers,

I sported a hard-on whenever you were near,

True love, yes,

But our lust was sincere,

Traveled until the coast was clear of bigots,

But no matter how large our digits,

“The elevator still smells different to a midget,”

(Crickets),

Took you a few seconds to get it,

Too many magazine covers ignored your complexion,

So, I had them play Black is Beautiful

Over and over again in the percussion section,

Then we thrived like natural selection,

Produced a whole collection of people that looked just like us…