Feel Me I am fed up how about you? Don’t you see the honest truth? The plan is to win and cause the race we be. To become even more nonexistent or insignificant like weeds. Treated fourth class – behind the ASIANS and the MEX. All trained in aspect of ill-mannered delight and disrespect. I know this is unacceptable so I say something right away. You don’t care if I don’t like what you do or have done. You’re on your mission to be in my air. Don’t step on my dignity not one day or even night. All my history, future growth and victory you have limited in my life. So my refinement you always question. You chalk it up to being Black. In your practices you’re the one to blame for anything I lack. You did these things …. OH yes you have Don’t deny a single thing I pray to the heavens the sky would open and strike you You evil thing. You did these things to my ancestors, now to my parents my kids and me. We all have skin you say you can’t stand Why you be lounging all the time in the sun instead of a cage? In the sun you trying to be like me? Here is the truth! We all have skin of Black! If you don’t know or believe me you just die right now my pal. They must bury your rotten carcass Fast for not of fear of maggot’s blast. I’m talking about your deep down tone The one you have closer to the bone That rises when you pass to the tone of where we all will end. You must be buried right away. I’m talking about not holding on for relatives to arrive They must bury before you turn brown or dark as your lies. You have to be planted in three days or less. Those who have witnessed it don’t like the way it looks. Your skin turns black it’s hard to tell Are you brown skinned or are your cooked to hell. I walk this way because I’m roughly made From the treatment I received from you I walk this way because I am working in mind just how I can get rid of you Not because I have the nature but because you’re a pest in my hair. No I’m not refined in many respects but I am not done with me yet I have skills and talents you haven't seen you can bet. This is in your native tongue so you won’t say You don’t understand me son Don't walk away from or starting twisting in the wind You started this *hit! Your legacy is crystal clear You decimate everything you touch. You’re a Decimator playing the gospel of the creator Like you own it and such Can only be the demon evil twin Destroying all you find Haven’t conquered of mine Global decimation you reek. No ordinary human or race Could possibly create such waste Your descendants was cursed from above. Thrown from the heavens to this earth and you hide behind love You bring hell unto this earth. Dark demon seed like your ruler unfurled Killing all the time drinking blood lust Large groups of animals and men Rape and pillage the land Disrespect women Something you created By taking the advantage of every nation. You play abortions friend Then complain or not fund Planned Parenthood You’re out to eradicate, decimate, and exterminate all the A.T.E.’s you enjoy eating The way you carry on in your wake The cry you make. Is from those who participate in prolife. Saying its killing a living thing. If you want change then start with yourself A woman has a right to decide. I believe now you’re mad Inside I know you’re kind of sad You couldn’t get the aborted child And it becomes one less neck you can wring.