She misses that sick tongue,
Spitting that wisdom,
Black Sultan Productions
Stands with the underdogs and the victims,
Have fate wondering why God picked them,
Lounging in lyricism
She dangled her pie like a hypnotist,
I couldn’t resist
That slow soul seeking kiss…
A portrait of two naked bodies,
Penning protest for prodigies,
They ask why I always have images of Black women,
Because while the lighter shade rides in yachts,
We are still swimming,
Because we are catching up for lost time
All the time,
Because it is a constant reminder that Black is Beautiful
To counteract how we were raped, lynched,
And stripped of our identity,
The black fist and the pen bring synergy,
Sunrays provide the energy,
It’s amazing we’ve accomplished as much as we have
Given what we have to deal with,
Institutional racism was Lucifer’s gift,
Down to the roots,
Generations still can’t get this donkey shit
Off their boots,
Still, the Lord saw fit for me to stick my dick
Where she poots,
Her dirty talk is so cute,
We were breathing in unison,
Pleasure in every movement,
In between breaths she told me
Not to let those racist bastards hijack the movement,
So typical of their blueprint,
Hypocrites with that all lives matter, blue lives matter,
Who you think you’re fooling?
Every time you speak
All I see is the confederate flag and nooses,
Her skin is the smoothest,
Lips, the juiciest,
Cat even juicier as she enticed me to stay,
Never take for granted any day,
Because when you’re Black
You can have your rights raffled away,
I go by the Sultan, the Don, or DeJuan,
With a capital “J”