I wish I was/ If I was a Racist--

I'd hate Whitey.

I wish I was/ If I was a Racist--

I'd spit on every whiteman's mug and spill curses his way to wipe it off.

I wish I was...

I'd connive with space-aliens and sell each and every one of em white boys, for testing, for experimentation, for implants, for trauma, and why not, for extinction.

If I was a--

I'd form The Shabazz League of Cracker Eaters, and hunt down them white land-sharks, as their counterparts in the KKK did, but as a twist, we'll cook em white skin, peel it off, feed it to vultures and have their meat removed to be fed to endangered species in and around Africa, and if there's enough why not the whole globe.

I wish I was a Racist...

But I lack hate.

If I was a Racist--

I'd educate them motherfuckers. Show em enacted footage of all their 1800-1900 sins; the sins of their great great great (but really not so great) forefathers. Then, have the history replayed by applying the same rules of the game that time on their backs, on black farms in the Mother Land, have their wives as our wives, use them as breeding tools, like a toaster that can impregnate a waffle-maker and produce a blender: property that produces more property, I can see the Mother Land's gross national product now: whiteheads.

If I was a--

I'd dress up in black, not white, the true robe of Death, and rob you of what you've robbed me of, and do so with an obsidian scythe, glassy like the eyes of the eternal night, by plucking each o' your heads you ghouls, nighthawks, giants, furies, titans, hydras, dragons and wizards, with the ease of an Ancient tribal lord cutting up a beaten mark to be boiled and dehaired and skinned and cooked by the tribe's lady's princesses, for dinner or festival, to be served to all like some communist family, to be danced around upon during these times of celebration, these offerings to the ancestors and to the ancestors' spirits, to the Earth's blood, the sea, to the Earth's breath, the sky, to the Earth's other children, the animals and insects and plants, to the Earth's flesh, the land.

(...AND SO ON AND SO FORTH...)

And then I decided, this is kinda one sided. The blacks did let the whiteys do it. It wasn't the whites fault the blacks gave in, in general. It takes two to dance the tango: and the whiteys lead.