Written by C Hues
December 18, 2023
You ain’t shit here—how’d you get here? My grandma could’ve passed before she passed. They say we’re what they fear, But it’s the first that keep fuckin’ with the last. What do you call a black man in a taxicab? A ghost. Who calls a taxicab anyway? Who calls it a taxicab anyway? Every one that passes I’m looking at the tags, As if the cops will be on my side like racism’s a crime. I’m getting in the Uber and I got a 4.9. Oops, now it’s 4.8. Is it cause of hate? Should I put up with the hate if the metro makes me late? Should I drive myself to work and fuck up the environment? Should I quit my job, but with my name, all of a sudden they ain’t hirin’? See how this world makes you so sane and sure? If you’re black, you won’t even see the door. Thanks. You ain’t shit here—how’d you get here? My grandma could’ve passed before she passed. They say we’re what they fear, But it’s the first that keep fuckin’ with the last. It’s the age of rap, Yet we’re still singin’ the blues. Progress—that’s a wrap.