Their eyes slide side and wide.
They say I “talk like I’m white”
As if a word from the mouth of a negro
Unmarked by hip-hop slang and ‘hood has a stench.
(Hot dragon breath first thing in the morning)
Lips curled, they pass judgment.
As if words had a color and proper don’t belong ‘round here.
“you ain’t better than me and I’ll remind you if you forgot.”
Hand clap to the threatening beat undertones
Neck sway leftward, hips cocked like loaded weapons.
All because I said “Hello.”