“I don’t want to grow up”
“I’m a…” NIGGA!
 
That’s right I said Nigga
And my main goals in life are women, cars, and big figgas
So my ambitions are set on throwing up the rock and singing…
“Jigga, what, what, what’s my name?”
“Jigga, and who I’m rolling with huh?”
“My Niggas”
 
That’s right I roll with other niggas
Cause we are birds of a feather
Flocking together, never realizing that we are making each other worse
By making each other better niggas!
 
So we greet each other like…
“What’s up my Nigga?”
 
We may as well say…
Hello Negro, Nigger!
Open your eyes
You were given that title because you are black and disenfranchised
Now wonder why the black community is stuck in a rut
Black fist in the air screaming “Keep hope alive”!
 
Cause “I am, Somebody”
I say that “I am Somebody”
You’re right Nigger!
You are somebody, who is insane
Because you figured if you take away the E and the R
Then add an A that the meaning of the name would some how change
 
But it didn’t
Read a dictionary, for it is written
If you are selfish, stingy, tight-fisted, and un-giving
You are what they called a “Niggard”
And yes it is a real word spelled N-I-G-G-A-R-D
And if you drop the R and D
It’s funny my nigga
Cause you want us to spend and buy and buy and spend
All so you can tell us how rich you is
 
And when you act that way
Your attention you can’t pay to your community
Or even give your time of day
You are being what they call “Niggardly”
And that’s crazy cause to me all you can say is…
 
“Well see… We’re flipping it around to get power from what they once used to break us down”
That’s dumb cause it didn’t work in the past so it won’t work now
 
Why?
 
“Because they know something we don’t know…”
 
And that’s the fact that you can only be destroyed by believing that you are what you are called
Meaning that they will use money, cars, and clothes to make us think that we are standing tall
But it’s the acceptance of a name that makes us fall
I am with you 100% if you can write a rhyme or shoot a ball
Just stop being a nigga!
 
Grow up,
Use that mind of yours to think
Defecation, no matter how much sugar you sprinkle on the top, still stinks
That’s why history repeats
 
See..
 
White slave owner…
“Where’s my nigger”
 “There’s my nigger”
“I bought you, you’re my nigger”
 
Black men today…
“Where’s my nigga”
“There my nigga go”
“You know you my nigga, right?”
 
Wrong!!!
 
Can you imagine our ancestors running through the underground rail road singing a song like…
“Just cause I love my niggas”
“I shed blood for my niggas”
“Let a nigga holler where’s my niggas”
“And all I will hear is right here my nigga”
 
I didn’t think so
That’s why I wrote this poem
To catch yours and the other ears around
Raise blood pressures and eye brows
So we can be the race that’s no longer now known as the name…
NIGGER!
 
And now you have been educated!
 
 
 
 
© 2009 Terrell A. Pullen