The Crib

Even as I write this I’m already disgusted, like the purchaser of a new car finding out a tire’s busted. Often I detach myself from myself so I can connect, now I have to look myself in the mirror and that’s a hard point to check. I’m not racing, but you see the flag, the white one you wave when life makes your days drag. When you think about it, the crib is a futile prison, one you outgrow & can no longer live in. Wooden or metal, calm or unsettled, as you grow in age you should believe you are leagues above that level. An infant’s dreams become a nigga’s lullaby, but a nigga’s tough so no time to cry, a nigga gives up, no time to try, but in pursuit of ass they’ll be no waning of that lustful eye. Lick your lips girl, rock ya hips girl, yeah make ya tongue swirl, THAT’S MY GIRL!! Now get out…what? My nut is busted, I’m happy so I don’t care if you’re disgusted. GET OUT!!!! When I think about it, this is acceptable behavior, what do you expect from a boy who says money instead of God is his savior? You see an infant only knows what it wants, and what it don’t, all that other nonsense can get lost in a cloud of smoke. Wake up for self, sleep for self, your feelings are like an old trophy collecting dust on the shelf, rarely used, but your cat is often active, you sweat so much, your face is gonna break out and you’ll be asking Diddy for Proactiv. Tha crib is a black man’s incarceration, a way to divide him from the world & subtract his concentration. You goin to tha crib, oh fa sho’ homie, just make sure you take your diapers and ba-ba so you won’t be lonely. It’s funny you say you a grown ass man, but you live in a crib making me think you eat your meals from a gerber can. I remember when it used to be about talking to the girl, then it transformed into grabbing the girl, now you cum on the girl, or in her, make her get an abortion which shatters her world. But go ‘head tough guy, let ya rims spin, you think you gon’ win? Oh you mad? It ain’t my fault your whip and crib are your way to make up for the big dick you wish you had. Think of the girl you made kill the seed, all for your power and greed, making her cry more than the Piston’s Rasheed. What if your mother gave in & chose to do what she did, not only would you not be here, but you wouldn’t live in a crib…

** To my black MEN...STOP BEING NIGGERIZED!!!!!!! **

- JioVanni