Whatchu talking about a Space Force?
Ain’t no armies in space, just arkestras.
My friend ain’t die in no train station
just fuh you tuh shoot your expensive car
round my way. I don’t ‘ppreciate the way
you looking to my front yard for answers
to the problems you created on Oith.
You live on a dark rock, wet with blood
or better yet you crawled from under it,
and I seen you, struggling to make sense
of ice caps and tombstones, but you still
cain’t even see me, don’t matter black or
white, you love death more than mothers.
What end up in the graveyard is wishing
and hoping you would come up here tryna
get on my level with that bad ass attitude
and cavalier lazer gun. You can’t cowboy
your way outta gravity, dummy. What
you about to do? Put all your sex robots
on Mars and see if they can live without
a man telling em what where and now?
I’m tired of yall negroes running to me
for answers every time you make ya
own kitchen too hot to handle, so
go on and dive in the ocean lil fish,
you still got more to figure out and
study upon fore you come up here.