Deuteronomy: Niggerman

All I ever wanted was a nigga who would be true All I wanted was a nigga man All I wanted was a nigga man All I ever wanted was a nigga Who would be true, be good to me While doing the evil that niggers do My view of self was that of a divine ho Like the ones portrayed on the White man colonized minded rap shows Oh, the Afro dizzy act of my black rebel I am a woman and to this world I accommodate myself My place is in my black man's defiance My nigga divine for his sadness So well complemented mine When I look at you so black and blue My love for you sad but true My love for you sad but true All I ever wanted was a nigga who would be true All I wanted was a nigga man All I ever wanted was a nigga who would be true All I wanted was a nigga man One night on a love high We metamorphasized into gigantic black butterflies And for the first time I saw the god inside I realized my nigga redefined was the black man Divine and he could take me higher And the divine woman was what the black man desired But of the tree of the knowledge Of good and evil, you shall not eat For in the day that you eat of it You shall surely die To them he said, "I will greatly multiply" Your pain and your conception In pain shall you bring forth children And you shall be dependent on your husband And he shall rule over you" Then god said, "Let us make man in our image" Let's go back to the time when the mind and soul Were divine faith unquestioned Mother, father, God said "Let us make man in our own image god" Was not alone as no one should be I search for a righteous hand to rule over me For you are a holy people To the lord your god, the lord your god Has chosen you to be a beloved people to himself, above all People that are upon the face of the earth The Lord shall bring a nation Against you from afar, from the ends Of the earth, as swift as the eagle that flies A nation whose language you do not understand Your sons and daughters Shall be given to another people And your eyes shall look on And you shall grieve over them all the day Long and there shall be no might In your hand to do anything The fruit of your labors shall a nation That you know not eat up And you shall be wronged And oppressed always