We had no line limits for these battles?? nice..
19. 1 step before death on the brinks of Suicide
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1946
My momma always said she had a sickness, this bitch,
My momma's mistress, worked her like a slave, whipless
Ever since momma witnessed my daddy's lynching
Miss White was a hindrance to all the pinching
From the white men, who said Mom's a "fine nig*er factory"
I listened to her denounce future kids after me
Asking me to ignore the horrible stories
That came up before the war of the Forties
Poorly told, my momma scolding Sam and them
She reminded me that dad was A MAN in Ten
But that supposedly Miss White attacked him
Drove him mad with lusty animal passion
So I gave em sass when they said I'm next in line
Ain't no girl gonna kill me,...but, with sex in mind
I find myself bored with the girls from church
And attracted to the denied world from birth
But I kept it in the closet like a good pair of shoes
Cuz it's far from holy and it wears the blues
and blacks of bruises shared, but i'm scared to lose
Control of emotions, hoping this explosive Dynamite
Loses its bite and turns to dust, I'm a tight
Bundle of nerves when Miss White bunches her purse
Under voluptous milky white breasts and a terse
frown followed by a wicked grin glow on her face
When she catches my glances, cuz she knows that I hate
And need her at the same time to affirm my manhood
Take her, Make her MINE till she LIKEs it cuz I'm damn good
Didn't think my chance would arrive so soon
OUr home was raided by a mob of loons
Raving and razing, claiming that my momma was a thief
Blatently taking at least three appliances a piece
Per week, they screamed this while they raided the home
They "found" so much, no way she'd take it alone
So of course I was blamed and taken to Miss White
For a private conference to discuss why I tried
To break the sacred trust, cuz my nig*erish ways
Led me astray from the Christian trail she blazed
Sat in her room, she soon revealed her tru agenda
"Listen..you think my body's soft and tender"
She sent a hand across my lap and whispered
"I'll make your dreams come true" I bent and kissed her
I wish that I could burn my lips off since then
Cuz she made me a devilish offer, "Listen..
I'll let ya momma keep working in peace
If you let me get a piece of that dick that I need.."
How could I refuse? She was granting my wishes
So I shared her bed, her kisses, her lips, delicious
Her tits and skin soft like silk and plush
Like making love to pillows and milk and such...
Until the door busts and in barge the mob
Just in time for me to discharge my cock
She goes from love nibbles to screams in split seconds
I'm hit with weapons, dragged in a field with flames
To be lynched, like Father like Son, sealed with blame
And as I'm pinned to the pinnacle of splintery posts
Her faint smile haunts me like a wintry ghost..
*Back then, it was
suicide to sleep with a white woman*
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