On this weekend's out-of-control basketball brawl....
from my good friend, MC Hebraic...
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Black man, black man, what's it gonna be?
can you rebound? pass? shoot the three?
dunk? show off? merchandize?
we'll give you all the marketing ties.
you'll be rich, buy your moms a home,
tossing you dollars like a dog and a bone,
but when it comes time to watching your back,
i'm your owner, i'm Whitey, i ain't got jack.
Those people in the crowd pay your salary,
who cares if they're guilty of thuggery?
they can slap you, they can taunt you, they can throw a bottle of beer,
you make a million bucks, don't defend your career.
you should sit still and do as your told,
don't get uppity and don't get bold.
the guy who threw the battery and now your head hurts?
don't lay a hand on him - he bought 500 bucks worth of shirts.
As The Rock said, you need to know your role,
and that's putting the b-ball into the hole.
you may have money, you may have fame,
but you're just a black pawn in a white man's game.
posted by Tree @ 9:20 AM
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