Oh Bitch You Weary

[Verse 1: MK Asante] I’m outside with the goons and goblins Drums beating the night, hoodies bobbin Nobody Givens, just Robin And they only ask you once if there’s a problem? And they looking for it And the cops is looking for the nigga looking for it Tryna book him for it Judge cook him for it But he don’t care, though Whole life on the run, he ain’t scare crow He just tryna hustle commissary money So when he get knocked he won’t be bummy Lived a lot a days, man, none of ‘em sunny Life’s a bitch and be kicking his ass—Chun-Li No I.D. he barely a citizen 9th ward called him refugee to get rid of him But they ain’t killin him, just made him stronger Faith in God cause he shoulda been a goner On his Samson jawn, hair longer Brown braids looking like blunts of ganja Eyes wobbly, cookie monster Gun and bandana lookin like contra He—Down for whatever bound to some chetta Stomach hurtin but it’s tougher than some buffalo leather And he gon get it, any means necessary Malcolm X gone, 21st, February He get caught he gone til neveruary He get caught he gone to the cemetary He got caught, this the obituary [Verse 2: Amiri Baraka] Let us hold him in our hearts and minds. Let us make him part of our invincible black souls, the intelligence of our transcendence. Let our black hearts grow big world-absorbing eyes like his, never closed. Let us one day be able to celebrate him like he must be celebrated if we are ever to be truly self-determining. For Jimmy was God's black revolutionary mouth. If there is a God, and revolution His righteous natural expression