Nigger (Poem)

There exists not a word in this world so absurd
Not a word in this world that has ever transferred

Across oceans and deserts and jungles worldwide
That can shake you and break you and make you collide

A word that was dealt to a people so torn
A people so beautiful, A people so scorned

A people that built a nation so strong
A people made to feel they will never belong

Yes, words can be hurtful, Oh yes it is true
But this word goes beyond what is hurtful and cruel

This word is so much more than a word
So much more than absurd

So much more than a label
So much more than unstable

This word is a virus, a cancer, a plague
This word can malign you, and make you feel dead

So the next time that word finds its way to your tongue
Just remember that stench smells worse than cow dung

Nigga what? Nigga who? Nigga me? Nigger YOU!
If you call me a Nigger then you’re a Nigger too

And if you’re a Nigger then there ain’t no hope for you
Cuz Niggers don’t learn, And they know not what they do

Don’t wanna be a Nigger?
Then here’s some news for you:

Stop using that word
Before that word uses you

House of Pain (Lyrics)

Why are you
So caught up with you

Everything you do
Stands before The Way

Oh Twilight
Seen before The Dawn

Race into The Storm
Holy Holy War

I can see The Way
Through your house of pain

Waiting for The War
The Fight that you live for

What’s left are few

I’d rather see the light than fall into a hole
I’d rather stake my life than surrender to your wall

You’ll get it too

The Crying Room (Poem)

There is no crying at the big kid table
If you wanna act like a whiney little bitch
You can go to the crying room

I don’t wanna hear no weeney whiney woo
Over what you coulda shoulda woulda, did not do

You took your chance
You played your part

You made your bed
Now suck it up

All your wheepin and your whinin
And your moanin and your groanin
Ain’t gettin you nowhere wit your same sob story

I ain’t feelin your dome
I ain’t jockin your gloom
You can go get onto the crying room

Haterade (Poem)

People often wonder
What life is really worth

Even more they complain
About all on God’s Green Earth

They hate and they hate
And never stop to wonder Why?

Why do stumble? Why do we cry?
Why do we ask, with no reply?

Questions go unanswered
Dreams die off with time

Morals tend to fade away
Society gives way to crime

So I present a new crusade
A riddle to be heard and often replayed

Just a reminder…


H is for the Hatred that saturates your soul

A is for the Atrocity that destroys like firey coal

T is for the Trouble that lurks behind every door

E is for the Eternal Suffering that escalates forever more

R is for the Righteousness that claims to be, but is never found

A is for the Asinine that seems to be forever bound

D is for the Dumbfound Bliss that, in the end, does not exist