Simon Samuda - House Niggas

Are you sick and tired,
Of those House Niggas,
Who pretend to be down,
When they come around,
Talk crap all day.

Mr Between,
Cannot choose,
Which team,
Love too smoke,
Sniff some Coke,

I hereby give you notice,
Your membership,
In the black nation,
Has been revoked.

Brother, No,
Niggas, Please,
You are just,
Another bloke.

Cannot be white,
Sacked as black,
Claim Malcolm X,
Marcus Garvey,
Nelson Mandela,
Robert Mugabe,

It’s a new day,
House Niggas,
Rap along,
Your day has gone.

Can you see me,
Revolutionary, Black Power,
Fanatic.

Can you see yourself,
In the mirror,
Impeccable demeanour.

Double consciousness,
The colour line,
Always seeing yourself.
Through the eyes,
Of someone else.

Ralph Elison,
Have you read,
He never wrote,
“The Souls of Black Folk”

You dumb dizzy negro,
Capital n, hello no.

I wipe the mess off my shoe,
Really,
I have no regard for you.

Simon Samuda

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