Bling

by Charles Houston

The black rappers rants of "bling"

Clueless of words they sing

For diamonds and gold /

If the be told

Are Africa's resourses plundered

Then sold

The land of their seed

Feeds the greed

There, in the soil, blood and toil

In a mine you can find /

Generations left behind

Bloated bellies, skin on bone

The haunting looks of those yet grown

No amelioration, not one nation

Mental-knuckle dragging

Britches sagging

Adding cadence, this near do well

For the black continents march to hell

The black rappers chants of bling

Damn the bling!

"Of the I sing"