Wouldnt think
t look at m
he was so damn bad
they had t sneak up on m,
shoot m in his head
in his bed
sleepin
Afroed up 3 inches
smilin gunpowder.
Hey, Mister Panther!
Get up
and fight that cracker-back,
back m gainst the wall
of YOUR room
where YOU sleep
with YOUR dreams
and take down his goddam name
take down his goddam number
give m a motel napkin
to hold the blood
where YOUR bullet
grabbed m,
tell m YOUR name
YOUR race
make m write it down
in HIS blood
for HIS momma to remember,
back m out yr door
and make m come in RIGHT-
in daylight
with ALL his pukey buddies
behind guns cursin Black men,
making gut noises
wakin up the WORLD.
Tell m, Panther!
Get up out yr dead bed;
if THATS the way he is
even yr GHOST
can take m.
