Baptiste by The Lord's Finest
The nerve of this civil servant house Negro
Young and Brown with the badge but a fake ass hero
I Can tell how he walk he never had no coochie
Hell by the the way he walk he might be the coochie
No Homo
You see I'm in here and he out there
But it's Evident to me this brother don't care
That I am the oppressed nevertheless he continues his oppression
Of everyone like him that's of the same flesh
What a mess
Damn my brother they tricked you with the foolery
Truth be told you work for me
Now dig this as me reads out loud his eulogy
When I'm hungry you must feed me
When i calls you must come to me
Showers and mail you must provide to me
My pride and my soul you can never take from me
And when it's time for court you must escort me
With your arm in mine as you stand behind
But when that judge looks at you and then me too
He sees not one nigga but two
That's rich man, would I suppose that's the Lord with you?
No Baptiste is the name of a black racist correctional officer where i did some time