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Poppa Was A Playa

To My Nigger who brought me in this world
Taught us right Nigger

My old dad imported to the family structure
Provide her God
My moms a queen at university civaliza
My pops maybe was late but always came home
My moms would put us to bed and she would wait on
Soon as he walk in the door she barking
I turned out the Jonny Carson
Jumped out the bed
We grabbed both his legs
Me and my brother
Not knowing the pain he gave my mother
Night after night

song performed by by NAS from The Lost Tapes
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Moms…

Moms are very special,
They are there to tell you to do your homework.
They give you your lunch because you forgot it.

Moms are there to embarrass you
By yelling your name at all your sports games.

Moms are there by your side
Just in case you get a boo-boo
And she can make the hurt go away
All just with one kiss.

Moms are there standing in front of the window
Watching daddy teach you how to ride a bicycle.

Moms are there sitting in the audience
Wishing you the best while you act in your first play.

Moms are there crying her eyes out
At your elementary graduation,
Whispering I Love You.

Moms are there to comfort you
When you come home crying
Because you found out that your crush is with another.

Moms are there to guide you
Through life and help you get through
All those rough times when you think you’re alone.

Moms are there crying her eyes out again
At your high school graduation
Thinking to herself that you will do great in the real world.
Knowing that you may be far away
But you will stay deep in her heart until you come home for the holiday visits.

Moms are very special they’re by your side even though
You can not see them some times.

They’re our little Angels sent to
Guide us in the right path.

So I thank you God for my mom,
Happy Mother’s Day mom
And I Love You.

poem by Kimberly Santistevan
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You're The Best Mom!

Moms are best!
They carry us to their tummy for 9 months
Even if their one feet is into death,
They choose us to be born
Thanks mom for loving me.

Moms are best!
They re like wonder woman
They woke up early, prepared us healthy foods
They cleaned the house, and gave all we need.
Thanks mom for taking care of us.

Moms are best!
They re like a nurse, but they are the best
When were sick, they’re the first one who get hurt.
They never sleep, just to make sure that were fine!
Thanks for the moms hug it’s like medicine, can cure all the pain.

Moms are best!
They are the best teacher.
When were young and not yet studying.
They are the first one who teach us good manners and respect elders
Thanks mom for guiding and teaching me, while I’m growing up.

Moms are best!
They’re not only mom but “best friend”
They are always there and hear my thoughts
They keep your girl secret and give good advice.
Thanks moms for the happy girls bonding, for always understanding me.

Moms are best
But my mom is the best mom in the world!
Thanks you mom for your love and everything
I thank GOD because I have a mom like you.
So I wrote this poem just for you.

poem by Ivy Joy Finez
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Transvestite

My mom is not a woman anymore
She dresses like a man
shes not as feminine as she used to be before
now she is so damned masculine
I open my eyes my moms not a woman anymore
shes wearing a disguise
everytime she leaves through that door
my moms not quite the same
as she was in the past
if I misbehave she kicks my ass
my moms not quite the woman that she was before
when my friends come over
she likes to wrestle them down to the floor my
moms a transvestite.

song performed by by Blink 182
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Battleground

Black nigger white nigger standing in the dark
Listen to the rhythm of the bass boom
Black nigger takes a hit sending up a spark
In the dark heat
Swaying a little to the bass beat
White nigger takes a hit takes money out
Says this is what its all about
Rots your brain - who cares
Black nigger stares
White nigger sighs
I like your music
I like your style
I crack a joke so why dont you smile
White nigger dancing out on the floor tonight
The bands not good but the beat seems right
The bands all black and the floors all white
Clenching fists unite and fight
Rock agianst racism rules tonight
But in the real world
No-one rules
But fists are clenched all right
Down in the underground
Out in the playground
The common ground
Is a battleground
Now you dont have to be black to be a nigger no more
The writings on the wall
Say - black is power
White is flower
Diveded we fall
And behind the wall
Behind the door,
In the dark heat
In the rhythm of the bass beat
Something is wrong
And no-one is taking the blame

song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Fam

from fam to family thats how it went my moms raised me my pops cared for me my grandmother had my back when there was no one to turn to i always had them i didnt know then but now i do i love them and they love me dont underestimate the power of the family because from fam to family thats how it goes and i want the world to know

poem by David Bailey
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Woman Is The Nigger Of The World

Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes she is...think about it
Woman is the nigger of the world
Think about it...do something about it
We make her paint her face and dance
If she wont be a slave, we say that she dont love us
If shes real, we say shes trying to be a man
While putting her down, we pretend that shes above us
Woman is the nigger of the world...yes she is
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with
Woman is the slave of the slaves
Ah, yeah...better scream about it
We make her bear and raise our children
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen
We tell her home is the only place she should be
Then we complain that shes too unworldly to be our friend
Woman is the nigger of the world...yes she is
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with
Woman is the slave to the slaves
Yeah...alright...hit it!
We insult her every day on tv
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence
When shes young we kill her will to be free
While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb
Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes she is...if you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with
Woman is the slave to the slaves
Yes she is...if you believe me, you better scream about it
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance

song performed by by Lennon John
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Cuz I'm Black? ? ?

Is it cuz I'm black that you think I'm poor
Is it cuz I'm black that we can't afford
A car, a house, and have a liittle more
Or does stereotypes take over and racism pour
into suburb neighborhoods that are scared of 'us'
Black people that is, where crime is a must
Nigger! Nigger! The #1 word
for white upper class to use as a term
To make us feel low and non educated
To make us feel weak, it so complicated
Nigger this, nigger that, the word is overrated
It was used in Africa, which equal segregation.
Separated us from the whites and so much to tell
That 75% of us is locked in jails
for doing pity stuff that will take our trails
of life we can have to just do right
Go to school Graduate, and get paid right.
Its not cuz I'm black, It's called nigger mentality
That causes us black people to fail so drastically.
Don't get me wrong black is beautiful
We need to work together. Come on....honestly.

poem by Sharon Goodwin
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Woman Is The Nigger Of The World

Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is, think about it.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Think about it, do something about it.
We make her paint her face and dance,
If she wont be a slave and say that she dont love us.
If shes real, we say shes tryin to be a man,
While puttin her down we pretend that shes above us.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Woman is the slave of the slaves,
Oh yeah, better scream about it, yeah!
We make her bear and raise our children,
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen.
We tell her home is the only place she should be,
Then we complain that shes too unworldly to be our friend.
Oh, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Oh, woman is the slave to the slave,
Yeah, all right.
Hit it!
We insult her evry day on tv,
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence.
When shes young, we kill her will to be free,
While tellin her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb.
Oh well, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Woman is the slave to the slaves,
Yes, she is,
If you believe, wed better scream about it!
Uh, uh, uh, hey, hey.
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Woman Is The Nigger Of The World

Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is, think about it.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Think about it, do something about it.
We make her paint her face and dance,
If she wont be a slave and say that she dont love us.
If shes real, we say shes tryin to be a man,
While puttin her down we pretend that shes above us.
Woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Woman is the slave of the slaves,
Oh yeah, better scream about it, yeah!
We make her bear and raise our children,
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen.
We tell her home is the only place she should be,
Then we complain that shes too unworldly to be our friend.
Oh, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Oh, woman is the slave to the slave,
Yeah, all right.
Hit it!
We insult her evry day on tv,
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence.
When shes young, we kill her will to be free,
While tellin her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb.
Oh well, woman is the nigger of the world,
Yes, she is,
If you dont believe me, take a look at the one youre with.
Woman is the slave to the slaves,
Yes, she is,
If you believe, wed better scream about it!
Uh, uh, uh, hey, hey.
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance,
We make her paint her face and dance.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Blues

Those five or six young guys
lunched on the stoop
that oven-hot summer night
whistled me over. Nice
and friendly. So, I stop.
MacDougal or Christopher
Street in chains of light.

A summer festival. Or some
saint's. I wasn't too far from
home, but not too bright
for a nigger, and not too dark.
I figured we were all
one, wop, nigger, jew,
besides, this wasn't Central Park.
I'm coming on too strong? You figure
right! They beat this yellow nigger
black and blue.

Yeah. During all this, scared
on case one used a knife,
I hung my olive-green, just-bought
sports coat on a fire plug.
I did nothing. They fought
each other, really. Life
gives them a few kcks,
that's all. The spades, the spicks.

My face smashed in, my bloddy mug
pouring, my olive-branch jacket saved
from cuts and tears,
I crawled four flights upstairs.
Sprawled in the gutter, I
remember a few watchers waved
loudly, and one kid's mother shouting
like 'Jackie' or 'Terry,'
'now that's enough!'
It's nothing really.
They don't get enough love.

You know they wouldn't kill
you. Just playing rough,
like young Americans will.
Still it taught me somthing
about love. If it's so tough,
forget it.

poem by Derek Walcott
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Do You Remember

[1st Verse:]
It was 3 O' clock in the mornin'
And you told me to come over
Told me about your crazy fantasy
So I jumped up in my rover
Had to climb in your window
Cuz your moms and pops was sleep
When I did you just took one look
And you jumped all over me

[Chorus:]
Girl what you did to me last night
It's somethin' that I rather not mention
But you had me standin' at attention
Do you remember? Do you remember?
Remember what we did last night?
We boned on yourr momma's couch
And we knocked the springs right out
Do you remember? Do you remember?

[2nd Verse:]
You told me this sexual thing
That you wanted to do
Also that i'm the first one
You ever did this to
You made me feel so good girl
I thought that I was dreamin'
My mind was so far away
I forgot what I was thinkin'

[Chorus]

[Girl talking:]
Girl

song performed by by Ginuwine from 100% Ginuwine
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Nigger, Nigger, Nigger...NIGGUHS

No one bans
Ignorance
Disrespect
Racism and affects,
Of bigotry!
Corporate greed, lies and hypocrisy.
Or crime
Blatant thief
High taxes
Technology that creates suffering.
Degreed fools
The lost of jobs diminishing lifestyles.
Conflicts
Wars
Homelessness to aid those poor.
And there's an uproar,
Over the use of the word NIGGER?
I could care less what you call me!
I've got my pride and dignity intact!
And if it wasn't for 'niggers' being used...
There would be far less greatness
Others abuse and believe
They are better than concepts conceived!
On the backs of 'niggers'
Has enabled many to breathe...
In a false superiority that strengthens
Their self righteousness!
Calling me a 'nigger' doesn't eliminate hatred!
It just exposes the evidence,
Of a lack of self worth!
'Nigger, nigger, nigger! '
NIGGUHS
Everywhere!
Providing psychological comfort!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Plough-Hands’ Song

NIGGER mighty happy w’en he layin’ by co’n—
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
Nigger mighty happy w’en he year de dinner ho’n—
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
En he mo’ happy still w’en de night draws on—
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’ des ez sho ’s you bo’n!
En it ’s rise up, Primus! fetch anudder yell:
Dat ole dun cow des a-shakin’ up ’er bell,
En de frogs chunin’ up ’fo de jew done fell:
Good-night, Mr. Killdee! I wish you mighty well!—
Mr. Kildee! I wish you mighty well!—
I wish you mighty well!

De c’on ’ll be ready ’g’inst dumplin’ day,
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
But nigger gotter watch, en stick, en stay,
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
Same ez de bee-martin watchin’ un de jay,
Dat sun ’s a slantin’;
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’ en a-slippin’ away!
Den it ’s rise up, Primus! en gin it t’ um strong:
De cow ’s gwine home wid der ding-dang-dong;
Sling in anudder tech er de ole time song:
Good-night, Mr. Whipperwill! don’t stay long!—
Mr. Whipperwill! don’t stay long!—
Don’t stay long!

De shadders, dey er creepin’ todes de top er de hill,
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
But night don’t ’stroy w’at de day done buil’,
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
’Less de noddin’ er de nigger give de ashcake a chill—
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’ en slippin’ down still!
Den sing it out, Primus! des holler en bawl,
En w’ilst we er strippin’ deze mules fer de stall,
Let de gals ketch de soun’ er de plantashun call:
Oh, it ’s good-night, ladies! my love unter you all!—
Ladies! my love unter you all!—
My love unter you all!

poem by Joel Chandler Harris
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Family Man

Written by lindsey buckingham and richard dashut.
Walk down this road
When the road gets rough
I fall down
I get up
I am what I am...
A family man
I am what I am...
A family man
Mother... father... brother...
Mother... father... brother...
Walk down this road
In the cool of the night
Dont know whats wrong
But I do know whats right
I am what I am...
A family man
I am what I am...
A family man
Mother... father... brother...
Mother... father... brother...
I am what I am...
A family man
I am what I am...
A family man
Mother... father... brother...
Mother... father... brother...

song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Big Syke Interlude

(gunshot)
Thug life (thug life) microphone check (microphone check)
Outlaw (outlaw) microphone check (microphone check)
Where you bitch niggers coming from? (where you bitch niggers coming from)
You dont know (you dont know) look like you a seed (look like you a seed)
From makaveli the don (from makaveli the don)
I can hear your style (I can hear your style)
Sounds like makaveli the don (makaveli the don)
2 pac (2pac) my nigger (my nigger)
So much trouble in the world nigger (trouble in the world nigger)
These niggers cant feel your pain (feel your pain)
Thug life (thug life) outlaw (outlaw) forever (forever)
Oh you bitch niggers (bitch niggers)
The hardest nigger (the hardest nigger)
Ever to touch this microphone (to touch this microphone)
Got you bitch niggers trailin his tail (trailin his tail)
I dont know if you catch up (catch up)
But yet and still (yet and still)
Keep trying nigger (keep tryin nigger) keep trying (keep trying)
Thug life (thug life) outlaw (outlaw) forever nigger (forever nigger)
For eternity (eternity) for infinity (infinity)
So remember (so remember) makaveli the don (makaveli the don)
His thug life (thug life) lives on (lives on)

song performed by by 2 Pac
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Misrepresented People

In 1492 you came upon these shores.
Seven hundred years, educated by the moors;
17th Century-- genocide and the gun
Middle Passage blessed to market the Africans.
In the so-called Land of God??
My kind were treated hard.
From back then until now
I see, and you agree--
We have been a misrepresented people.
From back then until now
Just see my family tree;
We have been a misrepresented people.
We have been a misrepresented people.
19th century-- slavery destroyed.
Soldiers who fought and won
Whats known as nigger-boys??.
20th century-- with freedom in my hand,
We invent ideas
Which helped us save a land,
But while I prayed to God
My moms and pops got whored.
From back then until now
Youll see our history;
We have been a misrepresented people.
From back then until now
Just see my family tree;
We have been a misrepresented people
Yes, we have been a misrepresented people.
1969-- Black power's at the door.
1982-- Hop-hop was on the floor.
1992-- Gangsta crack prevailed.
1999-- Our colors filled the jails.
It is through the grace of God
That we all were not scarred.
From back then until now
We see no comedy;
We have been a misrepresented people.
From back then until now
Were we still a mystery;
We have been a misrepresented people.
Yes, we have been a misrepresented people.
Though we march across time,
A sea of victories,
We have been a misrepresented people.
From back then until now
You know we made you grow;
We have been a misrepresented people.
We have been a misrepresented people.
From back then until now
We see our destiny
To never be a misrepresented people.
Yes, we march across to time to free
A melody
To never be a misrepresented people.
No you must never be a misrepresented people.
[Thanks to [email protected] for lyrics]

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Broken Home

she came from a broken home
where the parents at each other
would throw stones.

every day they would argue, bicker
and fight, all the way til the night.
not realizing their childs plight.

the child to them in turn would scream
but in the battle she was not seen.
from her father she had sexual abuse
fighting with him, was of no use.

he forced himself upon her at a very young age
from there on, her life would never be the same.

living in fear of what he would do
and who she could turn to.
where could she go
the judicial system moves very slow.

when she had told her mother.
her mother said it could never be
why would he go with you
when he has me?

she knew then, that she would have to leave
and with her being gone, no one would grieve.
she would pack her bags, with everything
she owned, and on the road she would go.

with tears in her eyes, she walked out
the door, to return never more.
and as she got to the swinging gate
her mother screamed to her
but it was too late.

on her dresser bureau, her mother found this note.

you gave birth to me, and brought me
into this world, and you had always said
that i was your little girl.

but when i told you what had happened to me
you laughed and turned your back on me.
so now i am leaving, because i can not
continue this abuse,
don't look for me, it will be of no use.

i love you mom, for you are my mother
just watch out for my little brother.
i am a child from a broken home
and i know that i'm not alone.

poem by Louis Rams
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Moms

Moms
Sweet, caring
Loving, providing, helpful
Bright, smart
MOMS!

poem by Nicholas Ryan
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I know that

I know that
You love me
Caught you let
Me call you nigger
I know that you
Love me caught you
Let me call you nigger
Niggerly I go my way
With the murder I say
Yes niggerly I go my way
With the murder I make
I never understood
Why the revolution
Will not be televised
Brother Jill Scott Heron teaching by
The tongue from
His birth in my
Young ears I here
The cause of the final
Call it been along
Time since I
Saw a revolutionary
Brother 1967
Last I stood beside
One on the bus smoking
A cigarette he in black
Leather jacket and black
Beret do you see that
He looed like Percy Green
Now a-days.

poem by David E. Patton
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Rusholme Ruffians

The last night of the fair
By the big wheel generator
A boy is stabbed
And his money is grabbed
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine
She is famous
She is funny
An engagement ring
Doesn't mean a thing
To a mind consumed by brass (money)
And though i walk home alone
Though i walk home alone
My faith in love is still devout
The last night of the fair
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
A hideous trait (on her mother's side)
And though i walk home alone
I might walk home alone ...
... but my faith in love is still devout
Then someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
Someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And though i walk home alone
I might walk home alone ...
... but my faith in love is still devout
This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She says : "how quickly would i die
If i jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"
La ...
This is the last night of the fair
And the grease on the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She says : "how quickly would i die
If i jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"
So ... scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(this means you really love me)
Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(this means you really love me)
And though i walk home alone
Though i walk home alone
My faith in love is still devout
Though i walk home alone
My faith in love is still devout
Though i walk home alone
My faith in love is still devout

song performed by by Smiths
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