ball street jailout volume three

it was sort of cute
run away from the world
i got nowhere to go

i appreciate white people
they attune me to "the reality"
i resent reality or
i have a paid subscription
thus my perspective is invalid

black people still have to
prove they are worth a damn

i forgive every white girl
i have ever fucked

i assured you i was worth a shit
i convinced you that the president's father
was a CIA asset in the nineteen seventies
i did not expect you to believe me

i shout in my sleep
never in my dreams
everything is so dangerous

i threw a rock at a little boy
on his bike because he was going
too fast

strange things grown men
call transgressions