"Don't you love the resentment? This fucker knows that if not for the hated whitey, he'd be squatting in a sweltering mud hut extracting guinea worms from abscesses with a stick—which makes him hate Whitey even more."
-B
B, we can criticize this urban hero.
We might even be right.
We might even be on the moon.
What with our evil trickonomotry, we might even own the night.
But it doesn’t matter,
Because I’m old en white,
The Man took Whitey off the moon—
En you is a slickonomic IsrŠ°elite!
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You're right, reality has overtaken the poet.
Not only has Da Man taken Whitey off da moon, but a black chick named Nell is now unimaginable.
Yo yo yo dawg, peep diss. We needa get up outta herr. Fo' real. I mean diss white devil don't let us breathe even. We needa get far away as we can from 'em, like all the way over to Afrika, so we can live in peace.