Shoes on the wrong foot

I’m on an acer

A pen that needs no eraser

Brown liquor with a chaser

Black and white in my driveway

Staying inside off the highway

Wishing I could just fly away

I have a sister that I wish I could choke

She’s so damn hateful

Sometimes my family makes me

Hate black folks, yeah I said it

It wasn’t meant to be a joke

She teaches her children to be so ungrateful

A big generation of late folks

Left behind in the back of the line

I look around wishing I was blind

So I wouldn’t see any reason

To beat their black behinds

Pull out a dictionary

For them to define but never mind

Too much on my plate

 Too much on my mind

Too busy counting what’s mine

The little rascals steal all the time

You have to nail it down

Super glue it

Like wood rats

They’ll chew right threw

I wish I could swing and

Hit them with a bat

I’ll get too much time for that

I don’t have a clue

Their so damn bad

I don’t know what to do

Damn I’m missing a house shoe