When A Nigga In Texas

So many emotions, so many revelations

So many girls that can’t carry a conservation

Not really feeling MLK but missin’ Malcolm X

When I die just send my ashes to my ex

And tell that white girl she finally got what her people prayed for

Tell her she’s no different from the white girl I loved before

Insecurities turn into alcohol and I turn into truth

I put pen to page like I’m about get in the booth

Meanwhile a Mexican girl talks to me like she’s worth more than my all

Now I feel like a conservative, fuck Trump but build the wall

Just leave all the tacos, guac, and hoes

Send the rest to back to a Hell only South Americans know

Yeah it sounds racist and if I was white that’d probably be the case

But what if I told you a Mexican was the last person to call me “nigger” to my face

You love to paint my people as angry, ignorant, and prejudice

Without painting yourselves as oppressors, hypocrites, and injustice

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8 thoughts on “When A Nigga In Texas

  1. Not a nigger….don’t ever say that….the deepest hues of the world…in every which way beautiful if only the people know how to see and not cower down when others call names….not niggers but humans and beings of deepest colour Gods made in this world

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