Murk this

Tired of the same same,
Finna murk this,
Everyone wanna sit around and just complain,
Finna murk this,
The lies, promises, and confidence of this campaign,
Finna murk this,
Bored and impervious after years of black church services,
Finna murk this,
Refrain, rigmarole, and rush rain,
Finna murk this,
Same soiled signature stank $#!+ stain,
Finna murk this,
#Blacklivesmatter,
Pissed off like a bladder,
On a mission with a plan like a checklist,
Suppose foes know they gonna go on a guest list?
Terrorists still alive,
While ni@@as fry & die,
Government ain't concerned, wasted breath when we ask why,
The world don't care,
Got they own problems there,
That leaves "Just Us," no peace, no law, no heat, 
Got strap, think you gonna pull on the police?
Ni@@a you just gonna leave drool on concrete streets,
They bust nuts & teeth, cuff wrists, and pin backs with knees,
They never gave us free,
Or claim shame for strange fruit tied high in oak trees,
History books been cooked by these thieves,
Stolen recipes, less the cheese,
Borrowed and repackaged black identities,
Sick of this $#!+,
Risk all of it,
With this lyrical fit,
Appalled by the unmitigated gall,
Composure lost, screaming f#&π all y'all!

P.S. F#$¥ Don King!  Take several seats and comb your got damn hair, ni@@a!