Uncle Tom’s mansion

 

 

                  

 

 

…..Why don’t  Uncle Tom get the time of day, why is Uncle Tom falsely anticipated and hated, faded, never debated, ripped to shreds and never contemplated; I get jaded.

 

…..uncle Tom is profiled by black folks who never took a look in the book, like white cops looking for any black jock on the block.

 

….they act like Tom wasn’t auctioned at the auction and didn’t get treated like hawk spit. Tom didn’t drop dime that’s why them bucks didn’t give two plucks or should I say shucks. They got away but Tom paid the ultimate price with his life, and that was trife. It wasn’t a roll of the dice, he knew his life would get diced.

 

It’s the overseer Sambo that’s treated like Rambo, his camouflage helps him dodge the sold out sign, it’s sublime  how over-time sambo’s crimes gets lost and tossed, like the difference between the rapper and the real Rick Ross, I know on the plantation Sambo was the boss, but we should never get confused with a negro that’s lost in the sauce.

 

 

….Let’s move Uncle Tom to a mansion, like Taylor Hanson, and let him flex while Sambo lives next door in a trash-can, munching on garbage Uncle Tom discarded, trying to get the smell of food every time Uncle Tom farted.