Wednesday, April 23, 2008

O B G




I have a reason
As to why I can’t sleep
That trick is trying
To take down my man
I’m sad he loss
And that she won
Now her head
Is getting bigger
And it’s not
The right one
Or who it should be
But she has a fight
In her
Its called the bitch gene
She’s going to use
Every trick up her sleeve
To do what she knows best
Pray that bills don’t get passed
While my friends
Are killing people
And getting shot at

I’m an Obama girl
He’s the sexiest President
In the history of the world
The epitome of a black man
In a world that if it ain’t white
Then it ain’t no good
So I hope this time around
That you show them
That it can be done
That why should it only be them
That gets a shot
At ruining the world
Look at it now
The history
It’s not a pretty picture
Because it’s all white
Can’t see anything
Because it’s invisible
There's no color
So go number 44
They don’t want to see
You come through
That door
But the White House
Isn’t going to be
Only the White House…
Anymore

1 comment:

Don said...

like the poem. very heartfelt. i agree @ hillary having that gene. she's deadly with it.

obama '08