……Stay in your tiny resource box and Take short breaths, to the chest, but I must confess I know you won’t rest until you make the whole world undress. Even though the earth can’t stand it, you stay trying to pick the corn out the shit, you don’t quit, drink your own spit, suck on your own dick, do Dat trick, and all the rest of you rich country hicks. Leave my people alone, fuck ya comb, let my hair grow nappy and strong, ding dong heard you was trying to make a clone, you’ll catch him in your bedroom making your wife mown, watch it from your expensive drone, or ease-drop over the phone….. And what the fuck is a white Namibian, it can’t be him, what happened to them; Europeans in Africa still send cash to Europe, while we wonder if we should go home, our egos are over blown, and our knowledge of self has been scrambled that’s why most of us ramble when we speak, time and time again history teaches us this is weak; still we look other places when we seek, we’re being fed false information and tasty treats…. Ain’t had an apple since the last time you played scrabble, but you know last night y’all ate scrapple, better off using that shit for spackle, shits turning our women into cattle, they don’t slim down, they just start filling up their satchels.