Morning Supper ?
…every drip is not a drop and every blade of grass is not in the shade…
Butter and Batter
Racism is and does exist —
The liquor loosened your tongue, but didn’t make the words —
You can’t separate the butter from the batter after the cake is baked.
The words, the words, the words are on fire —
Racism is here and here might be in your mirror —
You can’t separate the butter from the batter after the cake is baked
Liquor lathered breath is like a stealth bomber —
I scream fried and you lick ice cream —
You can’t separate the butter from the batter after the cake is baked
ifUblinkB4Uthink, you might find you or get lost getting-your covers up/thinkB4Ublink, so your soul might clear from the falls of deception/ ifUstriveB4Udrive you might find yourself unleashed from the wall/ beB4UseeUrselfdoing something you disagreeWith.