Ladies and Gentlemen this is the black struggle
This poem will explain every aspect of the black man’s hustle
We are in need of muscle it started with white cotton
Now it’s a white drug this black struggle is rotten
As the money is dropping and there are rising bills
Just got laid off and now the black needs to sell crills
The cops don’t care how he feels they want the black in jail
But this black needs the money so he goes out to sell
He doesn’t want to fail so he sells his dimes and nicks
Struggling blacks buy them so they can get their fix
Now the black needed chips so he walked to the store
He can only buy one wishing he can buy more
Instead he bought four packs pf pampers for the baby
She is growing up fast and driving the mother crazy
This black’s life is wavy the police found out about the hustle
They locked him up as he walked out still no end to the black struggle