No Nuthin
-for Amiri & Amina Baraka

No frontin
Just fast rap,
As bop rises
Base Head's buggin,
J's feelin up girls,
While props get you
5 dead beats
In your mama's crib.

No forever love affair
But minnie made honies
Dancin reggae against
Tiny manhoods.
Stacked, mad bitches
Grinnin for starlit stories,
Chillin in Jams,
Dancin in fat gear,
While Rodney King’s burnt.
2  4  me
2  4  you.

No time takin talk
Just two homies hangin hard
While Betty beat her 12 year old kid
Into the ground
Cause he wanna chill in front of their building,
Some swirm infested
Section 8 shit crib
Where fiends play.

No extended educational environments,
But nasty government criminals,
Suppliers of rat poison
For city streets For little joey and miky and little kiki to take.
Efficient officials offering
Living hell on earth
In candy rappers.

No community get-along
But lame brains
Looking for fame
In all the wrong places.
Back-stabbing dummies,
Compliment experts,
Yes men inching their way
Toward the hype
Where media maniacs maintain the panic,
Money nutralizes nations
Under spotlit lies.

No correct history to rap about
Just losers lost in TV land
Rushin to be trippin.
Bullshitters sellin us up the creek
While youngsters gang bang,
Get capped,
Die on city streets In the middle of “9 0 2 1 0”
As the man with the master plan
Keeps on side steppin
Over our bodies.