I know you see whenever you clutch you purse when I walk by my look of disappointment,
I know you must know that I understand the sentiment when you seek a lighter opinion,
And even when you ignore only to recycle my words, ideal, and style as your own,
Answer me this why look to stars or want to travel to Mars,
If you can't stand or deal with a little black man in life, if intelligent they would never be seen cause grey or green they studied the wrath of litmus,
Banana, Parsley, American slave lynching, Blind eye to Haiti when wealthy country all surround,
It's a cold world for shades of dark brown,
My light brown brothers will gas up the team and speak down in English and native tongue when black isn't seen,
Not being mean, but they will let the same evil that oppress them shoot you down as if they aren't the next target once the merry go around,
But with you back the say f*** them bro, and give you pound,
Some as shameful as the last thought of Jesus as he looked to give strangers on cross heaven because his brothers let him down,
John could bare the shame,
Didn't want to die the same so he was crucified upside down,
And that the message to the christian world that even the best came master being on the cross,
So in that teaching brothers of all colors hold thy brother down,
Or turn down you hypocritical stuff,
Now I can see you high a might trying to call my bluff,
Walking point your finger with your chest puffed up,
Excuse me boy what's your name"
I answer, Puddin Tang,
Asks me's again I'll tell you the same,
Or do you not like playing your game,
No I never said that but you can replay the words I said last week,
Interview, Press conference, Speech, hell even a tweet,
Super high sididdy,
Face it Mr. Smith in Washington and he's glitching the matrix,
Grab them by the p***y or facesit, face it,
I played this stinking city like a harp from hell,
Clinton didn't inhale, "I didn't" still working pretty damn well,
Sarcastic as hell salty all the time for real, but really I am saying all I want but denying saying a single racist thing,
Isn't it something,
The greatest lie,
Far right can't prove it,
Middle can't decided,
Far left think I'm on they side,
Sly Fox , news arguing about my lies but with the views they market me, in the homes and the bones of those to know, I can convince the world I am doing the same,
Election coming vote the Name you know,
And Trump pulling a Khalid, another one to go,
"You've got some nerve"
But it's truth, just saying,
Know how the game ends but you'll still playing,
"Excuse me boy what's your name"
I answer, Puddin Tang,
Asks me's again I'll tell you the same,
Or do you not like playing your game,
©dexxtoby
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