Us…The Nigga?

As bombs went off,

And lives were lost,

There's one fact that still gets bigger.

Vengeance was the claim,

As everyone rushed to place blame,

And yet you had the nerve to call my people, Nigga?

As four planes crashed,

Each more horrific than the last,

There's only one thing that can make one sicker.

As we united as we must,

With still a fungus among us,

Yet you call us…Nigga?

We've been labeled and beat,

For our right to take a seat.

Yet, the "true" enemies in their approach have become slicker.

So, while your old glory flies…

You'll momentarily step away from Premeditated Genocide…

For now as you hide in the dust…

The focus in no longer us…

The So-Called Nigga!

It's not even about what "they" call you! It's about what "we" answer to!