Niggers and History

Fear embraces the hearts, souls, and faces of every prejudicial racist. Fear of the unknown grips them and inhibits them from realizing the invaluable chemistry of niggers and history.  Let society’s media infrastructure be the catalyst for our opinions about urban culture, favoring the funds produced from our physical fortunes. Beat into mental submission by the slave owners of American traditions. The one’s whose wealth signs the checks that make us sing and dance with out shame or regret. Niggers of yesterday worked until bloody and broken, spirit hurt and soul shaken. Bonded by metal shackles that ripped the flesh of their inner and outer beings. Today’s niggers rap and sing about diamonized figurines, about violating our fallen queens, with that persona who are we to bitch and complain. We’ve become human equines, whipped and ridden towards America’s checkered flag. Rambunctious hooligans maiming each other from foolish pride. Some how after decades of progress and deaths, “ER’s” became obsolete and “A’s” became the best. A generation mentally oppressed by themselves, to the point where the fight was abandoned and self-destructive acceptance was next. Doomed to repeat our existence as physically fit but mentally weak niggers of history.

-Yung Urban