What if slavery was never abolished?
Would I sit here with my shoes unpolished?
Or should there be a black man at my feet?
Polishing shoes and keeping my house neat.
Straightening house, but never moving my shit.
Or else a nigger I would be forced to hit.
He would do all of my household chores.
Saving my hands and feet from becoming sore.
Yes, cleaning toilets and washing clothes
That is the life for such gangsters and hoes
Some of them called crip
Others called blood
They possess an enormous set of lips
And appear to have taken a dip in mud
Closely resembling monkeys
And living a life similar to junkies.
They contribute little to society
Only amplifying the white man’s piety
Brothas and sistas all are they
Their mother, what a whore! I say.
Music, sports, and cleaning
The extent of their life’s meaning.
Why do I sit here with shoes unpolished?
Why was slavery ever abolished?