Disconnected the plug

Middle finger up

Childhood was “What the fuck”

Adult life is “I don’t give a fuck”

Palms up, scrunching up the face, “Nigga, what”

Multiplying “facts”, yet still getting sums

Society think me dumb

But, I’m computer-smooth run

My virus translates to curse

It means I spurt verbs in bursts that hurt

The vowels come out in curves

I serve worse than a tense verse

Heard in the back seat of ya momma’s hearse

Like a black man robbin a white woman’s purse

Or a one-night-stand approached with a flirt

Gaddamn, nigga, damn, just, “CHURCH!”