The B-Side of Manhood

Drown out the noise in celebratory ways.

I can’t believe the selections of undying praise

Windup dolls off their predetermined paths

I’m watching from the same place the spook sat

Make a way black man or die with your fingers crossed

Survival mode where the red clay meets the pavement

We niggas, so we all glitches in the matrix Searching for a home in the world lacking for applause

Looking to the sky expecting Pizza Planet claws Death from above it rained embalming fluid

The populus was questioning when you trace the origins of a manufactured scandal

To be the taxidermy on some white supremacist mantle.