We breed these.

Dark, loud, fashion artists.
Lovers of bigger rides than their pants...
bigger whips than their dicks.

Stuck in the mud of their ways
Dying of the historic stench of bullshit
Bull... shit.

Love to dominate
Hate to advance past anything that is white
Idolize anything that isnt them
Halleluyah-tipped shoe rockers
Bull... shit.

A'we'a breed the ones who dont see
Blinder than a spot
They never fail to forget who bred them.
It is no fault of theirs.
So I guess

Weeeeeak!
Meager in thoughts though louder than roars
They'd call your bluff only to run when you come
Selfish beings that don't know just how to care.
Just HOW to care.

Void of feeling.
Users.

Void of shame.
Such cruel beings.

They'd use "history!" and call on memories of our forefathers
To justify the horrors of their ways.
Yet claim that history is to be abandoned
As they go ahead, and break the rules of our cultures.

For the most part, our men are wack.
But it really isn't their fault.
Afterall,
we breed them.
So I guess.