Black
Whack Jack, cut some slack.stoned and cold, dark and black.
went away , wont come back.
forget it Joe, your hoes a snack.
Slim Jim, fun and thin.
wont give up, til he win.
babies got not juice nor gin,
back it up, til get it in.
I said Black. why? Black
why not whack? why? Black.
Black. Black is fact. cant change Black.
cant stain black. thats why black. Black.
New Blue , got the flu?
one step off, one shoe grew.
heard a noise "whos there?" WHO?
ghost of ma she say boo.
Silly pink, this poem stink.
but play it at the roller rink.
them da kids who really think,
dat this the way to miss the link.
But black , black still black.
its a fact.
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