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Wake Up, Niggers

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night descends, as the sun's light ends, and black comes back, to blend again, and with the death of the sun, night and blackness become one, blackness being you, peeping through, the red the white, and the blue, dreaming of boss, black civilizations that once flourished and grooved. hey, wake up niggers or you all through, drowning in a puddle of the white man spit, as you pause for some draws in the midst of a shit, and ain't got nothing to save your funky ass with. you cool fool sipping on a menthol cigarette round midnight, rapping about how the big apple is outta sight, you ain't never had a bite, who are you fooling ? me ? you ? wake up niggers or you all through. and uptown two roaches are drowning in each other's piss and downtown interracial lovers secretly kiss, while junkies are dreaming of total bliss, somewhere in the atmosphere, far away from here, beyond realms of white dimensions, gathered by suppressed intentions as their cries, cries, cries, go unrecognized except by their keeper, the grim reaper Save me a corner you shout, as the lights go out cause you ain't paid the electric bill and the rats and roaches move on in for the kill as your lips struggle to drain that last drop from the wine bottle and you roll snake eyes never realizing that you're blue wake up, niggers or you all through sitting in the corner with your minds tied to your behinds bonafide members of niggers anonymous never knowing which way you're going, pimping off life turning tricks with slick dicks, with candy asses All masses will be held tomorrow morning for the late great black man amen you niggers understand up against the wall black mountain farmers, or I'll blow you away and you'll never live to see the light of day and the nightstick, the nightstick it glides gracefully upside your head that's right, brothers and sisters, you're the living dead the cock crows, and the night goes and it saves your ass in the nick of time as you wake up and you start to find yourself, laying up in bed scratching your ass and head trying to remember from where you recall this Vermeer nightmare that always leaves you feeling blue but you still can't place, the man's face, as hard as you try to hey wake up niggers or we all through